It’s the last week of the summer holidays. I’m sitting on a concrete step on the edges of our local velodrome, watching Little H take part in a cycle skills course. Hard to believe it’s August as I’m in a jumper and jacket yet still feel cold. I’ll almost welcome September when we can stop pretending it’s summer and just get the warm jumpers out again! Aside from the perpetual chill I’m now feeling though, for the first time in …
Category: Healthy Life
Then suddenly…you were 3. How on earth did that happen, huh? I remember the day you were born and yet, after the year we’ve had, it seems like a life-time ago. What a strange third year you’ve had; the year where you would normally be exploring the world and building relationships and friendships, you’ve had to be at a distance. Yet you’ve still thrived and thanks to your nursery experience and, in many ways, I think the abundance of time …
Today marks the one year anniversary of Little H’s school closing due to the start of the covid-19 pandemic. One whole year since my little girl’s final “normal” day in her Reception class; the final day where I was able to pick her up without standing in a socially distanced queue at the school gates with a mask. How has it been a year? Yet also, what on earth did it feel like before? I feel like I don’t remember …
Today marked a symbolic day – Little H returned to school for the first time since she left for her Christmas holidays. It was a day I almost couldn’t imagine happening, but as she walked through those gates today, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Not only was she back where she wanted to be, but the responsibility for educating her was back with the professionals. Thanks to the covid-19 pandemic, Little H has spent 100 days from …
It will come as no surprise to those who know me well that a large proportion of the accounts filling my Instagram feed are focused on the topics of organisation, productivity and well-being. (The rest are accounts about plants…obviously.) Over recent months I have invested a lot of time curating my feed so that it only features things that I find motivating, inspiring or rejuvenating – looking at how to enhance and refine aspects of my life is something I …
We’re in lockdown. Again. I don’t want to really write about the specifics of what’s going on in the UK right now but I whole-heartedly acknowledge we’re not in a great place. I understand the rationale behind the lockdown, the need for it. I also know that everything I am about to write about fully falls into the ‘first world problems’ category. But write about my woes I shall because, honestly, life is testing right now. When we locked-down in …
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 …
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 …
