Oh February, where did you go? Apart from the fun of half term holidays, I’m not entirely sure I can recall the rest of the days. Valentine’s Day was a quiet affair as always but lovely to spend time with Mr Boo – despite not being able to actually go out out.
When I woke up this morning I had a to-do list to complete and Ia schedule to keep to. Little…
I miss my children whilst they are at school/preschool. I love to plan things for them at the weekend or different adventures on holidays. But this is our family time and I won’t apologise for wanting to spend time with them.
Valentine’s Day should be another day for us to celebrate together, having basically no child care means this is very tough (same at our wedding anniversary). I heard recently that “it takes a village to raise a family” but for us, we “parents who are on an island” it’s just us, this Valentine’s Day was another example.
At the end of August, I had the opportunity to take Tigger and Roo to WWE Live at the O2 in London. Being a fan of Wrestling for nearly 30 years I was looking forward to it, as for Roo she has been watching WWE for a couple of years and keeps relatively up to date via social media as she is quite busy.
As quickly as it came the first month of 2019 is over already. I’m still very much trying to implement my word of the year ‘balance’ into my life. I know that I cannot continue to do everything and attempt to please everyone all the time. I’ve been turning away campaigns and projects that I know I can’t dedicate the time to. As well as saying no to things within my day to day life that I’d normally say yes to for the fear of saying no.
Over the festive break, I took a look at all the posts sitting in my drafts folder. The ones where I have written whole posts about something. The ones where I have scribbled my immediate thoughts and feelings on a subject. And the ones that I just needed to get the ramblings out of my head.
Today, five years ago I received a phone call to tell me that my Dad (Bob) had died. I can still recall the moments leading up to that final phone call. The anger, the pain, the disappointment in my older sister for behaving in such a way. Which given that is her personality type, I really shouldn’t have been too surprised.