|Not my fridge but oh, the concept...|
Do I feel like a spoilt brat right about now? The answer would be yes. Yes, I do. But sweet jesus, am I loving it already? Yes. Yes I bloody well am.
I was as apprehensive as all hell last night, so worried about whether I was going to get along with this person that I essentially felt like I was moving in with. So worried about whether she was going to make me feel like a stranger in my own home, whether she would be too much of a presence that I didn't feel like I could just be, here, at home. My biggest fear. Worried that maybe we'd made a mistake by doing this at all.
It's been really important to me from the minute we agreed to do this that we manage the situation really well, so we all knew exactly how we were going to make it work. Phil and I did some serious preparation last night, brainstorming everything we could think of to tell the helper straight up so there was no confusion for her. When she arrived this morning, we sat down and spent about an hour talking things through, making sure all her questions, and mine, were answered and that we both felt comfortable about how this was going to happen.
Then? She just, well, started. Just like that. Cleaning, organising, washing. Being a dead set champion sorting out our house and consequently, what feels like our lives. Just like that. We went for a bit of a walk to a few shops so I could show her where to buy groceries etc and again, she nailed it. Knew where to get the best this, the cheapest that. My smile kept getting bigger and bigger. My walk however, uglier and uglier. After about an hour, my extra 475kgs became a little too much so we headed back home, picking up everything for dinner on the way.
And when we got home? She sorted out my kitchen. And my fridge? You should SEE my god damned fridge!! It's amazing. It's the fridge I've always dreamed of, but never been quite motivated enough to make happen myself. Oh it's superb. Just superb.
Oh and now? She's cooking dinner. I knooooow! Chicken shnitzel with potato mash and fennel salad. What a treat! This feels like such a luxury, and trust me, I know how lucky we are to be in this situation. Someone else making me dinner? Bloody marvellous.
And all this in just one day! Imagine what she'll get done tomorrow?!
She is seriously an angel, already making my pregnant-self so much more comfortable, making me relax a hell of a lot more about how life will be with the baby and..... I do fear, dare I say it, I'm going to get very, VERY used to this.....
Perhaps Honkers ain't so bad after all, eh?