Lets jump on the Marie Kondo bandwagon shall we? Now I know most of you heard of her before the Netflix series took centre stage, but I, my friends, had not. Despite her sailing into our lives in 2014 with her book detailing the KonMari method of de-cluttering, in other words retaining only what “sparks joy”, my order conscious self missed her inspirational overhaul of life. I do love a good reshuffle and I appreciate the motherload of organisation but I must admit, her method of living and loving is not as easy as it looks.
I’m living in fear of snow this week. Last years snow drifts, while beautiful and temporarily fun to play in before the ice cold creeps into your bones, has left me willing and wishing the weather man will say we’ve escaped with a sprinkling of the white stuff. When I was five, I longed for snow. At 35, not so much. Indoors I stay. Indoors I do my best to keep warm. But I’m also living in fear of the oil running out before I can top up the tank. Which got me thinking about how the cold seeps into our house on days like these. Practical as ever, I have a few tips for keeping the house warm without leaving the heat on all day.
It goes without saying that giving a man a makeover presents a very different set of requirements and challenges when compared to the typical trip to a beauty salon. First of all, most men don’t even like the idea of a makeover, let alone being compliant enough to go along with it. Even if you can convince them to give it a try, you still have a mountain ahead of you, as a complete overhaul might just be in order. The process could take some creativity and maybe even a few life changes to see it through to the end, but your hubby or boyfriend will be glad he went along with it when he sees the end result. That being said, here are the four areas you’re going to want to focus on first.
I’ve been feeling a little guilty since the weather turned to the normal dull grey, light winds and drizzle that we’re used to. The heat killed me. Sucked my energy dry and when the kids didn’t want to go outside I signed a whopper sigh of relief. But now I’m thinking we should have taken advantage of that glorious sunshine! I had good intentions of course but blistering heat changed my mind. The
death trap trampoline saw fewer bounces and the chickens grew lonely. The garden in turn grew wild! But I did get the green fingers out and convinced Little Miss to do some gardening and spruce up a few bushes with me. Was she impressed? Not particularly but the “muddy bits were fun!”
You may remember how, in all my winter excitement, I convinced my parents to join us on our summer holidays this year. In January began our hunt for a relaxing retreat away on a secluded but beautiful spot of Ireland. Low and behold a Wexford self catering house awaited us in Kilmore Quay. It may be weeks away, but I’m already thinking about what to pack. In my head we’re going to the Algarve and expecting 25° heat. The holiday essential list is long. Getting longer by the minute when I add in the favourite toys and books which can not be forgotten alongside the mountains of clothes which need to be brought. As you can see, I’ve mostly been thinking about what the kids need but there are a few more holiday essentials we all end up forgetting.
It doesn’t seem like I hang around my own blog too much anymore but trust me it’s always on my mind. I’ve been one of these buzzy bees or more like an annoying blue bottle bouncing off the walls and windows, trying desperately to find a way out to that fresh air. I can not sit still. My mind is constantly on the go between the kids, the house and my writing. Seven months into freelancing and I’ve discovered a pertinent truth to this career. I need a damn diary. Preferably one with an automatic entry from my brain. Oh yes, I need a telepathic diary.
A wedding is an exciting and daunting time. There’s countless planning involved and there are far too many considerations to keep in mind. Everyone wants a perfect wedding, but few people can achieve it especially when you factor in limitations such as money, time and also what’s physically possible in the time you set.
Despite being in our thirties, I think myself and Papa Bear are relatively traditional when it comes to our marriage. We’re not stuck in the 1950s though, with himself the bread winner and me tied to the kitchen sink peeling spuds. We’re quite the team when it comes to our relationship as well as our parenting. When our marriage hits a blip or life throws a curveball, we have a natural way of finding our way back to the straight and narrow. We never read a guidebook, although there are many! We value each other as well as our marriage. And no, every day is not perfect, and yes, somedays we want to throttle each other, but running away is never an option. I realised a lot of the qualities that makes us “Us” are not new. Not new age. They’re relatively old fashioned but certainly still relevant.
Are we ever truly ready to have kids? Like really, really ready? Mentally, that is. Are we mentally prepared for the noise, the chaos the lack of time, the constant worrying about money and how we’ll get the first kid through college, let alone the rest? When do we know we’re ready to become a parent? Is there a moment when life just hits you? Like a flashof lightening that sparks the realisation in you. Do we wake up one morning and think ‘I’m ready for this’ or is that our biological clock kicking us in the rear end? Is it something we think we’re ready for, only to then worry whether we actually are ready when it’s too late and baby is cooking nicely in the oven?
I always say life has a funny way of throwing you a curveball. Whether you can hit that ball out of the ballpark or not is really the issue. Last Friday a curveball came in the size of a Lexus as it swerved onto my side of the road and collided with my car, sending us spinning with the gas and smoke from the airbags suffocating us.