Wow, what a year this has been. When the clock ticker hit 00:01 on 1st January, I thought the year we had ahead would be full of interesting trips, fun family times, getting into my stride at work, school summer fetes and sports day. But the world had different plans and after a quiet winter start to the year, this newly mentioned virus – covid-19 – brought the world to it’s knees as we entered spring. It was something none …
Category: Healthy Life
Another weird period of life, as we moved into the second quarter of your third year, you were able to go back to nursery again. I think that was a bigger shock for you than lockdown, I think. But you adjusted back quite quickly and relished being with your peers and friends again. You relished the summer weather and the freedom of the garden, running and scooting all over the place. There are so many delightful memories from this summer …
Waiting. For? I’m not sure. But recently, when the fiasco of pandemic life calms just a little, I have a ‘feeling’. For a while I sat on it and tried to work out what the feeling was. Then I realised it was a sense of waiting. That feeling of “What next?”. But upon finally recognising the emotion linger in my head, I was hit by an even bigger conundrum – why was I feeling that way? …
I’m losing track of time now, I really am. Time has done that magical thing where it takes on a whole new form and both drags and flies in equal measure. Individual days can feel like a week as I just wait for the respite of the evening where I don’t have to work, I don’t have to parent and, after all jobs are done, I can quite simply flop on the sofa. But then I blink and it’s the …
As I looked out my bedroom window last thing before snuggling into bed the other night, I saw the small blinking light of a plane moving across the sky. It held my attention and I watched the red dot pulse its way through the darkness, alone. With only the bright ISS for company. A sight that was so common – and usually multiplied five fold – four weeks ago felt so foreign. So strange. So out of place with how …
So, it’s been a whole week since we entered a Covid-19 induced lockdown in the UK. And it’s been over a week since my family and I inadvertently entered one in our household because, since school ended on Friday 20 March, the girls and I have been housebound apart from a daily walk. Sam has been far more “social”, but all that means is he has been out once for food shopping. It’s a very strange time. …
It’s a Saturday afternoon and whilst Little Z is napping, Little H, Sam and I are sat at the dining table on computers / playing tablet games. As far as a post-lunch on a Saturday goes it’s all pretty normal. Except it’s not. Because due to everything else going on in the world there is nowhere else to really go. Over the last few weeks, the world has plunged into a pandemic with the vicious Covid-19 virus bringing much of …
Over the last few months, I had quite significantly changed the accounts I follow on Instagram. I have moved away from all of the random parenting blogs that I had connected up to three years ago, back when I was blogging more heavily and in an attempt to build a following for me site. Now I have refocused onto accounts which help me either in improving life or improving my mental wellbeing. So at some point a late in Autumn …
I’ve suffered from stress before – I’m a millennial so have grown-up alongside the technology that dominates our lives. Since becoming a mum, that stress has ebbed and flowed far more than it did before as my ability to take a pause was suddenly limited to the times when I could step back from my children. But somehow – even when I went back to work after my second maternity leave last year – I managed to keep on top …
When I first starting writing these posts back in 2009 (ooh, this year is the tenth anniversary then!) I used to bosh them out in a hurry during the last couple of days of the year. Becoming a parent put and end to that so now I try to get them drafted up across the course of December. So I’m here on the 9th December starting to put fingers to keys are reflect back on the last 12 months of …
