Christmas Countdown

Yes. I dared to say the C word. 

I cannot wait for Christmas this year. I mentioned Christmas to Amelia this morning and she said ‘presents?’and raised both eyebrows at me to emphasise the importance of the question. 

Apparently she has her priorities set for Christmas already. (Puzzles are her new favourite toy so she is very hopeful that Father Christmas leaves her some new ones.)

I’m surprisingly organised this year. I thought it would be less stressful if I started shopping early. I’ve already finished off buying all the gifts for the little ones in the family/friend group and I’ve actually wrapped them this morning. (The bags were overflowing and I couldn’t handle the disorder of it.)

I’m very lucky to work for a company that are closing for 2 weeks over Christmas. Completely unexpected, given that I would have been working Christmas Day if I had stayed in my previous job. 

I’m trying to plan days out and activities to do with Amelia throughout December. Christmas markets. Baking. Going to see Santa. Looking at all the Christmas lights. Costa Christmas drinks are always lovely and little lady likes coffee almost as much as I do so no doubt we will do a few Costa trips. 

She’s been given quite a few Christmas jumpers and T-shirt’s by family and friends so her wardrobe is all set for the festive period. She really likes dinosaurs on her clothes at the moment so if anyone sees a dinosaur themed Christmas jumper then send me the link. Amelia will be very appreciative! 

Just to scare you all a bit there is 108 days til December 25th.

(And no, before anyone asks. My tree is not up. The photo is one from a previous Christmas.)

Life’s Got in the Way

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Time has just run away with me.

I was posting at least once a week. But now I’m lucky to post once a month.

Life’s got in the way.

Isn’t that the excuse that people are so quick to give?

The reason why they haven’t checked up on a friend.

The reason why they haven’t sent off the form they’ve had sitting around for the last few weeks.

The reason they haven’t finished decorating that last wall in the hallway.

The list goes on.

But the reality of it is that those things are all life.

And how long does it really take to type out a quick text?

To scribble a few words on a bit of paper?

To slop a bit more paint on the wall?

There are so many things we put off that would take only a few minutes out of the day.

We are all so caught up in life that we forget to live in the now.

I read so many articles and social media posts about employees living for the weekends. 2 out of the 7 days in a week.

When really we should be enjoying right now.

And no I don’t mean love every second of your job. Unless you’re one of the lucky few who doesn’t have a single complaint about their job, then of course there are going to be bad days.

But equally enjoy the good bits. The conversation you have over the coffee machine in the kitchen. The smile you get from a colleague. The sandwich with your favourite filling. The drive home when a song you really like comes on the radio. Appreciate all those silly little things.

Life is too short to spend Monday to Friday wishing for Saturday and Sunday, don’t you think?

 

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Uni ✔️

 

Today’s post is a short one but…I FINISHED UNI!

I’ve drunk a life times worth of coffee, attended more hospital appointments than I can count, worked night shifts and generally not slept as much as I’d like to have done, but not only have I finished uni I did it whilst raising my beautiful baby girl. I’ve balanced my princess on one knee with my laptop on the other, I’ve read uni books on breaks at work and handed in assignments minutes before deadlines but I’VE GOT MY DEGREE!

Hard work pays off!

2 Years Old

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2 Year Update

Amelia’s birthday was the beginning of last month. It seems like she’s gone from this tiny little thing that blinks up at me to a mini person over night.

She asks questions and has things she wants to do. She sings nursery rhymes – twinkle twinkle is one of her favourites – and if you ask her what she wants for dinner she’ll answer you. Today she made her own sandwich, buttering the bread and gently placing the filling in between the slices. (I can’t take the credit for that one – she learned that with her daddy.)

She had her two year review and got 60/60 for every section. She’s doing so well both at home and nursery. She’s the sweetest child and always says please and thank you. She says sorry whenever she thinks she’s done something wrong – even to inanimate objects when she walks into them.

She’s so tall – already in age 3-4 clothes. She helps herself to snacks, even getting ice lollies out of the freezer.

Getting photos of her sitting still now is virtually impossible but Rob took a cute one of her taking our drinks this morning when we went out of breakfast so here it is:

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You

How would you describe yourself?

A pretty common question in job interviews and dating (not that I’ve had to worry about that one).

I find the first thing that comes to mind when I have to answer that question is that I am a mother. A young mother. I’m 22 and have a 2 year old. I’ve had more than one random person make comments about this, especially as I don’t look my age, but that’s a whole other conversation.

But being a mother isn’t describing ME. I am a mum. But I’m also an adult. I like reading and cooking. I like tattoos and piercings – I have my fare share of each. I’d do a post on this but it would take me forever to write about and photograph all of them. I’ve got a degree. I’ve had some very interesting and challenging jobs. I’ve been vegetarian so long I can’t remember what bacon tastes like. I’ve kept guineapigs for nearly as long – currently we have a guinea pig called nibble. These are the real answers to ‘describe yourself’.

Being a mother doesn’t mean you cease being yourself.

(And for anyone who is wondering how the photo relates to the post – I am made up of 75% coffee)

 

5 Things That Would Shock 10 Year Old Me

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5 Things That Would Shock 10 Year Old Me

1- You won’t always be scared of needles. In fact by the time you’re 21 you’ll have spent nearly 30 hours being tattooed. (You’ll also have more than your ears pierced, despite mum having to take you to Claire’s accessories repeatedly just to get your ear lobes done because you were too scared.) 

2- You’ll not only finish school, you’ll get through college and uni too (Even if you’ve never revised a day in your life, despite your year 8 maths teacher insisting you should.)

3- You’ll end up having the cutest little girl. (She turns 2 the same year you turn 23 which is insane.)

4 – You’ll seriously regret cutting all your hair off into a bob. (And spend years growing it back only to consider cutting it all off again. Not happening no matter how much it gets in the way and gets used  as a chew toy by Amelia.) 

5 – You’ll actually choose to wear skirts. (Yes, your preference for trousers and tracksuit bottoms goes out the window. Not surprising once you see the brown trousers that are part of the secondary school uniform. Anything is better than those.)

In reality 10 year old me would probably be amazed by pretty much everything I’m doing now. My job, my home, my relationship, my daughter. But then at ten years old do we really know what we’re going to do when we grow up?

It seems absolutely crazy to me that we expect kids to know so early what career they want, asking them to pick GCSE subjects that are going to affect what A-levels they take which in turn affects what degrees or jobs they can get. I picked two creatives which I loved doing but they couldn’t be further from what I do for a living now. 

And I bet plenty of people had some pretty interesting job aspirations at age 10. I know plenty of people I went to primary school with who wanted to be famous actresses or football players and completely changed their minds as they grew up.