handyman blease

I wore the pants, the painting pants. I fixed things, I painted, I painted some more, and I cleaned. I also rocked it as mum, had a bus ride with the little people, and I worked those thunder thighs of mine on the biggest run I have ever ran. {14.58km, half marathon here I come}!

I am getting things done. I have learnt how to breathe again. I am eating again, if you call eating adriano zumbo's sourdough bread soaked in olive oil and balsamic vinegar eating. (Oh my)!

My home stinks! {Lavender burning overtime}

A new week begins. I know mine is going to be a ride that I will enjoy at times, and at other times I will want to get off. Maybe I can see it as a bus ride. I will get off at the stops where it is too hard, and hop back on when the next bus comes.

I was reminded about fresh flowers. I will buy them again. This time there will be a different reason for them. They will be my reminder of the life I have in front of me.

My home will be on the market in two weeks. My little people and I are moving.

Thank you to those beautiful friends who offered to open their homes to us. Two of which live in 2 bedroom apartments. I am a very lucky person to have caring friends. They are my family. I have hope that we will not be without a place to move to. And I will not have to take up these offers.

Time to create new memories, take the positives out of the negatives, remember to breathe, and do it all with a little dance in my step.

I am going to build a new home with my little people!