I work full time, one evening a week allowing me to spend a day with J, and 4 full ‘normal’ days. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but forgetting the financial requirement mentally I need it. I take my hat off to stay at home parents as I really struggled with the day to day activities of bottles, dummies, nappies and not using my brain I had become so used to before being a mummy
When you get a phone call when you’re 200 miles away asking what colour you want the bedroom painting (completely out of the blue) you tend to panic and wonder what on earth you’ll be coming back to. I’ve been moaning about the upstairs of our house for a long time and the hubster had decided my weekend away with my best friend was one where he would redecorate it and surprise me
Every year we have pancakes on Shrove Tuesday and every year it’s the hubsters job to prepare, make and flip the pancakes ready for us to eat – historically it was my dad’s job and his dad’s too, so it was only natural for him to take the lead when becoming a father
We have always been an outdoorsy family, we love nothing better than to put our wellies and walking shoes on and go and visit the great outdoors. We often find that when one of us is ill or overloaded we all get a little stir crazy through not being able to roam around as much as normal and after a rough January we’ve been desperate to get back to what we love doing
At school I had a small group of friends which was always a mixture of male and females and my current profession isn’t a stereotypical female one, I deal with engineers, facilities and projects on a daily basis which I love but historically this has always been a ‘mans world’. While females are becoming ever more present it was less so in my twenties and the girly groups of gossip, hair and nails at work weren’t really something I found myself doing
Fast forward to motherhood and as a new mum I didn’t get the ‘mum gang’ that so many people developed through antenatal classes and things like baby sensory. Quite simply because I couldn’t build up the courage to meet new people or let them see me in the cloud of darkness over me in my depths of postnatal depression
It’s no secret that J’s favourite colour is yellow. I’ve written about her yellow car game, her yellow scarf that I made her and this week it’s about a new yellow coat. I find my daughter fascinating, the fact that she loves the most simple of things and that something so small can make her day, her week or even her month
This week was my first back at work after nearly a fortnight off. I’m still not 100% but bills have to be paid and there’s only so much you can handle of 4 walls and silence and I was desperate for some routine in my life, which is funny to write because I often hate routine
I can also say that nearly 3 weeks in my voice still isn’t quite back. I’m pretty used to it now but oh how I miss talking – it’s really not socially acceptable to be without a voice and literally everything is catered for talking people, even the gadgets the hubster has purchased for the house requires you to talk at it which can be a little frustrating at times
If I’m to be honest there are few photos from this week as each day I would come home and go to bed, even taking a half day to sleep through Thursday but I did capture some photos from the car in the week. Monday-Wednesday much of the south had been covered by frozen fog, which has made it very cold but gorgeous.
I love everything about winter and autumn and am so desperate to get out and about and explore all of the beauty this county and country has to offer us but I’m being patient for once
Come Friday I had agreed with the hubster that we would treat J to a takeaway and have a floor picnic in the lounge. Her absolute favourite thing is car picnics but as it’s a little cold we settled for indoors with a movie while she excitedly played with the toy and drank the milkshake that came with her meal. It really is the small moments like this that make the weeks of mundane activities worthwhile and I am so pleased to be back into some sort of routine.
Linking with Donna and Katie for The Ordinary Moments
I was reminded this week that 2 years ago I started my little online diary. My method to record memories through motherhood as a working mum of one. When I first started, I had a basic plan to store my photos and record the memories in text alongside them, 2 years on I am still enjoying it, the words have slowly appeared but still need some improvement, and I am continuing my quest to improve my photos on a day by day basis but I am happy with what I’ve recorded
Last year was a bit sporadic because of ill health and goings on, but I love coming here to retreat and record our moments as a family. I have found some amazing blogs which I read on a weekly basis, there are far too many to mention at once, but there are some with the most lovely family adventures, others which share the same outdoorsy ethics as me. I found a blog through Instagram, a similar working set up as me and with beautiful fashion, and another with the most amazing travel adventures and continuing stunning photography. Just a snapshot of the many, many blogs I read as part of my daily lunchtime activities – a new ordinary moment for me
In 2016 I explored Instagram and found this was soon my social media happy place. I absolutely love Instagram and seeing little snippets of everyone’s lives through it and communicate regularly with people I have yet to meet but hope to this year – likeminded parents on a quest to store those moments as their children grown up so fast
I spent a proportion of the weekend looking through last year’s posts and photos, and while it didn’t initially feel like I completed or achieved a lot in the last 12 months, there are so many happy memories that I am able to look back on
I really am so proud to have completed 2 years of happy memories and so thankful that people continue to read and provide lovely comments, verbally or through here. To “celebrate”, here is my favourite photo from each of the last 12 months.
I’m not sure how many times I am going to have to retype 2016 to a 17 but here was another! I still keep getting confused by the year we’re in and I’ve found myself questioning the day of the week even though work routines kicked in this week. Even though it was a short week I found it took forever for the weekend to get here but I am so glad it finally arrived
We saw New Year in with our very great friend RH in Crewe and drove back down south on New Years Day with a plan to give us Monday 2nd to recover before starting back at work on the Tuesday. Unfortunately plans don’t seem to work out for us and the week didn’t start as we had hoped. My parent’s dog was taken to an emergency appointment at the vets as she was incredibly poorly and as a result she is no longer with us, leaving us at a tender age of 7
Monday afternoon an evening was as you can imagine; full of tears and it completely drained us all. Even though it is an animal and not a blood relation a dog really does become part of the family and there is now a gap in the house and atmosphere where she once was. None of us slept well that night and I started back at my weekday routine with a heavy heart and a sleepy head
Having to deal with a bereavement is hard, but it got much harder having to tell J and as a result Tuesday was a difficult day. I dreaded the working day finishing as it meant we had to sit her down and explain that Apple was no longer with us before heading to her nanny and granddads for dinner. She didn’t quite understand initially and looked a little confused, before continually asking to see her
Lexi got an extra special cuddle on the sofa and a sleep on the bed that night. She is about to turn 8 and the house is so empty without her when she stays with friends that I can’t bear to even consider thinking about that day. This weekend she will get an extra special walk with a little girl who adores her, even if we’re pretty certain Lexi continuously wonders when J is going and when peace will be restored!
So here we are in 2017 and once again I find myself looking back over the past 12 months, wondering where the time went and how best to plan the next 12 that I am faced with. I realise there’s a lot of writing and a lot of my favourite photos here, but humour me for the indulgent post, they don’t happen often!
We arrived back home on New Year’s Day after a fantastic few days in Crewe with our good friend RH, and had quite simply the best Christmas break – I’ve literally loved every minute of it. In comparison to last year this Christmas wasn’t plagued by voice loss and me spending it in bed, instead we spent quality time together, visited woods, hills, cities and counties and found new places for adventures
The overwhelming theme to 2016 for me was illness, I spent April through to July with recurring chest infections and numerous x-rays, antibiotics and blood tests. I lost much of the year, the blog took a back seat and I regret that time I lost not being able to do the things I love with the people I love
When I began to write a round up post on Instagram on New Years Eve I started to say how I wasn’t sorry to see 2016 go and how happy I was that 2017 was fast approaching, all because I initially focused on the illness that had plagued me throughout. Whilst there is an element of relief that the year was over I started to think about what had actually taken place and realised that despite the hard times, 2016 gave me so many wonderful memories, and sometimes you have to scratch the surface to reveal just how great the underneath is
Last year was the year my amazing, clever, funny daughter learnt how to ride a bike without stabilisers. It was the year she learned how to spell her name, grow confidence in swimming and the year she went on stage at the pantomime and made us laugh and cry at the same time