Commuter shed on wheels

Hi ho hi ho. It's back to work I go.

This week I rejoined the world of work after ten months off with my gorgeous babies.

I'm two days in. Tired, torn with guilt at not doing enough at home with the kids and not doing enough at work for my colleagues. I think I just need to learn to live with the guilt of being a working mum.

I tell you what though. It's nice to have proper conversations and a laugh about grown up things compared to endless renditions of 'horsey, horsey' or 'the wheels on the bus' and blowing raspberries.

Eating a meal with both hands and drinking a cup of tea while it's warm is a welcome novelty too.

Before heading back to work we decided to have a massive clear out.
The babies are growing fast and shedding a mountain of clothes,  toys and baby equipment behind them. A mountain the house can no longer comfortably conceal.

The plan...car boot as much as possible and put the money by for our upcoming family camping holiday.

Unfortunately we didn't shift half as much as we wanted too. Do you know how much people try to knock you down at a car boot?

Much of the morning's selling (which started at the unspeakable hour of 6am) went like this...

'How much for this?'

'Fiver' (Which is a bloody bargain for a virtually brand new baby walker)

'Will you take two?'

'No. It's a fiver.'

'Two fifty then?'

'No. It's a fiver...'

'Ok. Three?'

'No. A fiver. I've just set up. Make me an offer later.'

After a hard morning haggling we came back with at least half the stuff, but I couldn't face bringing it back into my slightly clutter clearer home until we could donate it all to the local charity shop.

Instead, it remained in the van, which is where is still remains. Our travelling shed on four alloy wheels.

Over the past two days our car boot cast offs have been keeping me company on my daily commute to work (on which I've scored two VW waves) jingling and jangling in the back.

I will get round to dropping it all off at the charity shop soon but the van is so spacious I hardly notice its there. I guess I just want to hang on to the vestiges of babyhood that little bit longer too...