Day 1097 Happy Easter from our house to yours and we did nothing Easter related at all 🤦🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😂

I lay in bed this morning and caught up on some positive FB feed on my Rambling Sloth page.

Now….. I am not a trauma survivor but I thought this summed me up perfectly. I read that and relax a bit because alone is easy.

It’s not the way to live a life though, you heal from your triggers by facing up to them. As hard as that can be.

Easter Sunday 2023…. The day we started to rearrange our whole house… and I’m not exaggerating!

We have decide on a proper reshuffle. We’ve been talking about it for a while. We have a whole room upstairs that we hardly ever use. So…..

The bedroom will become the living room.

The spare bedroom will become our bedroom.

The office will become the spare bedroom.

The living room will become a dining room and be used as an office if necessary

The dogs room will stay the dogs room….. if we ever find the floor again, now that it’s the new dumping ground.

What a day.

We are knackered and don’t have the luxury of a holiday tomorrow. Least we’ll both sleep tonight.

How many times will we bang our heads on the low roof upstairs?!?! Now that the bed is up there it ain’t ever coming down.

So while the rest of the world ate chocolate eggs, we don’t even have one…. Bah humbug Easter people.

We started at about 8am and finally sat down about 5.30pm. Dinner’s in the oven thanks to my super shop the other day. Chicken wrapped in Parma ham and cheese, with herby potatoes and cauliflower.

Check me. Normally we’d get a takeaway after a day like today but I had food in the fridge which makes a change!

So the house is still a riot and there’s loads more to me done but at least I know where my work clothes are for tomorrow.

Enjoy Easter Monday those of you who are off. Tartan will be going strong. Lots to get through this week!

Stay safe everyone ♥️♥️♥️