Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Down time: doing it now and doing it well

In the past few weeks I've started to get a bit anxious. Those small but alarming moments when your heart beats that bit faster than it should. Where you are wound up so tight that the most innocent of misdemeanours can make you snap and snarl at your loved ones.

It doesn't happen often. But I hate it when life seems to pelting at a gale force pace and I feel like I am running after it shouting "hey wait I haven't even zipped up my boots".

Nothing serious, thankfully, had happened but sometimes I think I am built for a much simpler lifestyle.

All three children and the husband had back to back bugs and viruses, we started our kitchen extension, work was manic and more time-consuming than normal and Gabe was waking for hours in the night. We had the usual after-school clubs, homework, episodes of House of Cards to watch and kids that needed to be fed and watered in some way (the cheek!).

It is even more frustrating when life is busy and stressy because there is no time to exercise and food grabbed on the go is never of the premium nutritional sort (try beef Hula Hoops and a KitKat for a power lunch)

I couldn't keep up and my glass was becoming half empty.

You have some days off soon, my good cop said.
But then they will be over, my miserable arse bad cop said.

You are going away with your mates with no kids woohoo, good cop squealed.
Yeah well I can't stop eating so I'll look like a whale, bad cop moaned.

But Gabe is waking to play of a night, like a normal toddler, that is mega great, good cop tried.
Who gives a sh*t, bad cop snapped.

Not good.

But then yesterday I met my horrid deadline for work and with the hubby out, I tricked the children into a much earlier bedtime. Then I did four things that made me feel like a new woman:
  • I had a hot bath and stared at the ceiling for ten minutes
  • I lay on the bed for half an hour in my dressing gown and flicked through Instagram for 20 minutes
  • I put on cosy PJs and bed socks (the bliss) and sat on the sofa and watched mindless TV for two hours with a brew and some chocolate (Grey's Anatomy and Made in Chelsea I salute you!)
  • I went to bed early and read a chapter of my dusty book.
Sometimes, we forget the joy of doing absolutely nothing.
Mostly, we forget how essential this is to our emotional well being.

It is like we feel we are letting the team down if we don't spend the precious few hours we have of an evening doing more stuff whether it be ironing, making packed lunch or even sorting out more washing.

Stop. Now. 

Leave the cleaning, shut down the computer go and lie still somewhere and clear your head.
You'll feel better for it. I promise.






Tuesday, 12 May 2015

How many ways to say I love you?

Dear Mummy,

You know I love you to the moon and back. Let me prove how much:
  • I promise to wake up early everyday (even before the birds) so we can have longer days together.
  • Rather then shout at you and risk waking up the man existing next to you (aka daddy) I will wriggle around and put my bum in your face instead (soz if it's a bit smelly).
  • Or if you prefer I can wake you gently by sticking my fingers in your mouth. They will be nice and warm from being inside my nappy.
  • I have decided that I do not need to go to nursery anymore and you can give up your job. We can then spend hours at the park and you can push me on the swing until your arms fall off.

Monday, 11 May 2015

To the mummy in the bubble

Hello there

How are you? I want to tell you that you are doing an amazing job in raising your children.

I know that they are the centre of your world and every decision you make in life has them at the core.

I know that you work tirelessly to ensure they will get the best breaks - access to the best education, the right set of friends and social influences. I know that you want them to do well in life, to be the best that they can. I know that you will do anything in your power to ensure this.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

What would I give for a peep into the future?



As parents we would all love a look into the future. To see our children as adults, thriving and flourishing, making their own way in the world. We'd want to see happy faces, confident demeanours and self-esteem in spades. All so we can pat ourselves on the back and launch a metaphorical high five for a job well done.

Yet when your child is a little different and his future is unlikely to follow a path well-trod, then you might sell your soul to have a peep at what lies around the corner.

Some days you long for a crystal ball to assuage your burning need to take away all the frightening uncertainty.

Monday, 27 April 2015

18 ways you know summer is coming

That shower from Game of Thrones are always banging on about the winter, yet here in our tiny isle we are getting ready for the advent of British Summer Time. It is an unique little event that if you blink you could actually miss it. Nevertheless, as we are optimistic souls, we like to have a good long running jump at it before it actually gets here. We are all about the prep us Brits.

So with May on the horizon here are 18 sure signs that Summer is on its way.

Monday, 13 April 2015

What can I tell you?

On Friday 24th April the third Undiagnosed Children's Day takes place. The aim is to raise awareness of undiagnosed genetic conditions and SWAN UK (syndromes without a name), the charity that offers support and information to families of children affected by these conditions.

What could I tell you about this awareness day and the children it supports? What could I write that would give you a sense of what it is like to have a child living in the unknown? Why is it important? 

What could I tell you that would make a small impression on your heart? That would make you stand still for a second in your busy day and hear about our children? A day that is already overflowing with the demands of your own children, jobs, and your own hopes and fears.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

8 ways Facebook turns me into a bloody brat

Facebook I do love you. How else would I know that my third cousin removed had couscous for the first time on Wednesday, or that Lynne from two roads up is in potty training hell. I like a good nose at people's lives - I really do - but listen you are starting to send me crackers. You make me regress into a teenager (sometimes a toddler) - and no one wants to go back there.

Here's how: