Tried a mum & baby yoga class today, with mixed results. The yoga was nice, and it was nice to do something new. But trying to get anywhere on time with Adrian is always a challenge; having him awake and happy when we get there adds another layer of planning. Basically I had to plan all my activities from 8am onwards with the aim of making it to the class at 11. The class turned out to be an hour and a half long, which was way more than Adrian could take, so we got out after about an hour. And since I spent no more than half my time there doing yoga (the rest went to breastfeeding, nappy changes, and other baby management activities) I didn’t really think it was worth the time, or the effort, or the money. Not going back next week.
All my days recently have been filled with either boring long walks to keep Adrian happy, or exhausting planned activities. I need to find a middle ground: activities that keep us both reasonably occupied, without having to follow a schedule or be on time. Museums, perhaps.
The builders blocked off the kitchen and the living room and then tore out the ceilings. It’s a good thing I wasn’t planning to spend the day at home: it was dust and noise and reciprocating saws and plastic sheeting all the way.
Now that it’s finished, Eric has moved essential furniture back into the living room. Non-essentials are relegated to the basement, since we will need all the space we have for the stuff we currently have in the newer half of the house (which will be blocked off completely pretty soon). My immediate reactions are: (1) those extra 30 cm of height make a big difference, and (2) how nice to have an uncluttered room. When this is all done, I will try to have less stuff and less furniture in each room.