Our house.

As I opened the door to my Mum this morning saying ‘come in, its chaos here at the moment,its always bloody chaos in this house’.

I looked around at the garden (which is a constant work in progress!) at the paddling pool I had struggled to put up and get sorted, bits and bobs around the kitchen that I was in the middle of tidying away and thought~do you know what, this house may not be spotless, its noisy its loud but it’s our home, and its a home that is full of love and warmth.

A home with its doors always open to everyone and I love that.

I don’t know what the kids memories will be of their childhood when they are older but I hope they look back and remember that admist the chaos and crazyiness, the memories we have made and continue to make along the way are priceless.

For several years I carried the ‘single parenting’ guilt on my shoulders but I’ve long sinced parked that~this parenting gig isn’t plain sailing no matter what your situation is and I truly believe if we were all honest, we would all admit to just winging it at times.

So here’s to the chaos and the crazy days,sleepless nights and memories made.
Paddling pools and starting school.
Day trips here and outings there.
Running around without a care.
Through out these times I can depend on being driven well and truly round the bend!
But let me just say, so you know ,I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thanks to my 2 partners in crime.

All my love, All my life.❤x

Small steps…

This time last year, I’d never set foot in the gym and certainly didn’t think it would ever be for me.

I can remember the first time I did, as usual it was a whirlwind spur of the moment decision to join but as I pulled up in the car park, the urge to drive off was suddenly very real.

For a start I felt far too self conscious to stroll in wearing my gym stuff.

To my absolute amazement I really liked it and I can honestly say I have never looked back.

So much so that this morning I was in the gym at 7.30am, did my workout and then went for a seafront walk in my gym outfit, grabbed a coffee and couldn’t careless if my bum looks big in my leggings!

Happy Monday.❤x

Its not me its you!

Haven’t done this in a while,so I thought I’d share another old but funny dating story from way back when…

As dates go this one was pretty short but not particularly sweet.

We met outside the pub we had arranged to meet at, after a quick introduction he looked pretty much ‘ unamused ‘shall we say for want of a better phrase.

We got drinks sat down and he proceeded to tell me all about and I mean ALL about his ex wife and how awful she was etc etc.

After what felt like forever but in reality was probably about an hour, we left the pub.

I said goodbye,thanked him for the drink and was about to leave.
Much to my shock he attempted to kiss me,which I skillfully ducked out of and left.

He text me later that evening, quite a lot later infact and I didn’t see it until the morning, I replied then was quite literally gobsmacked at his next message which went something along these lines…

‘It was nice to meet you last night, I’ll be honest though I don’t think I would be up for meeting again.’

Now obviously that’s fair enough, however he continued by saying ‘ unfortunately you really remind me of my ex wife.’

I couldn’t help myself and responded by saying ‘your ex wife who according to you is a dreadful person?!’

‘Oh no, not in that way,I mean you look a lot like her’ he said.

Ok then! ❤ x

I did it

I wanted to do it but when I woke up this morning I didn’t want to do it.
I had plenty of reasons (excuses)for not wanting to including the fact that it was raining/snowing, I felt uncomfortable with myself in my clothes, I was tired the list of excuses could of been endless.

However I did it~I got up and went to the gym. It felt like starting all over again.
I had just got myself into a routine of going and then lockdown 3 took care of that.

I was self concious walking in but once I got started it was fine.

6 miles on the bike later and I left feeling a hundred times better than I did when I woke up this morning.

Small steps for a big gain both mentally and physically.

Happy Monday~now pass me the coffee! ❤x

Locked Down But Not Out

A Covid 19 diary by Gillian Jones-Williams.

A beautifully written account of Covid 19, its challenges and heartbreaks all documented in this diary.

Gillian shares her experiences of living through the pandemic as well as fighting hard to save her own business whilst the world changed in dramatic ways that we could never of  envisaged.

She has filled each page with daily events,statistics and informative reading covering all aspects of the pandemic.

‘Locked down but not out’ pays tribute to our outstanding Nhs, remembering those who are sadly no longer with us and those who have fought so bravely for us all and continue to do so.

All proceeds from the book go to the HWF families programme which helps provide for bereaved families of NHS workers.

❤x

*This book was gifted to me,all opinions are my own.*