My children

Not much to say today – Just wanted to share a picture of my children. Because I Love them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
That is all.

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A New Start

… Aaaaand I’m back.

Updated to-do list:

1. Find house
2. Rent house
3. Furnish house
4. Move children to new house
5. Find childcare
6. Register with a GP
7. Get specialist care sorted for Xander
8. Remember to eat and sleep

The past 3 weeks has been complete madness.  I found and successfully rented a new house, relocated my children from Hereford to London fully and started on the long and perilous journey of being a working mum with 2 young children in a new place.
My eldest child Xander has special needs and this makes things a little more complicated. All of the specialist help he had back in Hereford needs to be found here in London – and that means back to the bottom of the waiting list for everything! Early starts (5am!) and full working days means I’m in bed by 9pm, and my love-life, well, lets not even go there. And yet I’m ridiculously happy.

Anyone that knows me will know that my past year was hellish. Away from my children, struggling to save for a house deposit, getting sick, loved ones getting sick, and so on. But I struggled through. I guess you don’t realise how strong you are until you’re forced into a situation where its fight or lose everything.

Its really not possible to describe the absolute overwhelming pain when life forces you to leave your children behind – for any length of time. Being a parent changes you in deep and unknown ways, and not being able to do the simplest things from having breakfast with my children to reading them a bedtime story left me feeling like I had this huge empty black space inside of me.

So although it quite literally hurts my brain to wake up at 5am, I do it with a smile on my face knowing that I’m waking up to the most important people in my life; my children.

And so begins my new life. Here’s to Happiness and Joy all round.

आनन्द  Ānanda.

Photo credit: Cieleke @ Flickr

7 Day Song Challenge [Day 4]

Ah, a new day, a new song! 7 Day Song Challenge, Day 4 – a song I’d like played at my wedding. Today’s portion of audio-lyrical goodness will be brought to you courtesy of The Editors, with their fantastic song ‘The Weight of the World’.

Perhaps not the most conventional wedding song, what with the opening lyrics being about those you love being there when you pop your clogs, but it has a very personal meaning for myself and my other half and as such is one of ‘our songs’.
Really hope I’ll be able to make it to their special Royal Albert Hall show in aid of Teenage Cancer Trust. Tickets are insanely expensive, but its a worthy cause and the acoustics at the Royal Albert are amazing, so who knows! (*hint hint Mr P*)

7 Day Song Challenge [Day 3]

Good Morning from Me, Myself, and my breakfast of home made brioche with morello cherry conserve. Dont be jealous.

Todays song in the 7 Day Song Challenge has to be a song that reminds me of someone, and there is no one on this earth that I love to think about more than my beautiful children.

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Snow (Hey Oh)

Back in summer of ’07 my eldest child Little X was just coming up to 6 months, and if he wasn’t attached to me (and by ‘me’ I mean my breast) then he was usually crying. In my desperation for a few hours rest I dug through my virtual music collection and came out brandishing ‘Stadium Arcadium’ by RHCP. During my pregnancy I had played lots of music to my bump – possibly in the hopes that he’s grow up to be a rockstar, what? – and from the increased kicking during ‘Stadium Arcadium’ it seemed to be a firm favourite.
So I popped it on repeat, and lord have mercy, Little X slept for a good 6 hours for the first time. Over the months (and years) the album became part of his (and Little P’s) nighttime routine (who needs Twinkle Little Star?), and one we put on to dance around the house, and to this day his little face still lights up in recognition when he hears this song.

What women DONT want!

Today my partner gave me a gift of sorts and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. We were discussing possible plans for Valentines Day (yes it’s weeks away but you know what say about the early bird!) and suddenly he produces a voucher cut out from the Sun newspaper. It’s for 50% off at Butlins.

My first reaction is “You read the Sun?!!” and my second is “BUTLINS?!”. For those outside the UK, the Sun newspaper is the one with the page 3 boobs, and Butlins is an incredibly depressing holiday resort chain that parents drag their children to for rainy boring British summer holidays.

Now i’m not going to say that would be the reaction of all women, but the majority would agree that giving us a gift that is in fact proof that you prefer the breast-newspaper over the Times is no better than getting us a Vacuum Cleaner for Christmas. Which by the way is a really bad idea.

I remember the year when an ex actually gave me a new toaster for Christmas. Or the one before that who thought a £15 gift voucher would be a good idea for Valentines Day. I guess there’s a reason they’re Ex’s.

Surely by now, after all these years of evolution, men should have caught on to what’s an acceptable V-Day gift and what isn’t. Stick to the classics unless you’re absolutely positive that your other half really wants those LED undies.

I’m not writing this blog in the hopes that my current love will read this and take note. Honest.

Happy Early Valentines!