The Grown Upness of It All

I’ve been playing grown ups for six years now. I became “we”, cohabitated, turned 40, bought a farm in joint names, had a baby, got married, got a will, life insurance, a self-managed super fund.
I’ve had earnest discussions with other mums about schools, sat in meetings with school principles (now that’s intimidating – tell me it gets easier), managed anaphylaxis and the health issues of ageing parents, changed careers, worried about child nutrition and stopped racking up my credit card to its limit.
But nothing has ever felt quite so grown up as this:

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We’re building a house, a real house, a family house – from scratch. Formwork, earthworks, footing, slab pour – all words that I don’t think I’ve ever used in my life have become part of our daily vernacular.

Our Grand Design, 5 years in the planning, is on it’s way.

And that, my friends, is grown up.

SLAB PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5 thoughts on “The Grown Upness of It All

  1. Oh my goodnesss! So envious! My dream…. I will live it through you until we can. Well done, good luck and keep us informed step by step. How exciting. Cannot wait to see the end product! xx

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  2. Go Lexy go. SOOOO exciting what a great thing to be doing.
    i’m obsessed with all things knobs and knockers, paint swatches, surfaces, finishes, shadow gaps etc.
    Very jealous.
    Keep us all posted.

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