Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Forty (ish!) and fabulous coffee lover. Follow me as I share the highs and lows of life,parenting and of course that crazy little thing called love.
Somehow despite growing up in this somewhat crazy and usually unorganised house we call home~I have managed to raise children who hate being late, that’s all good obviously but I had to laugh at this conversation this morning.
Me~We will leave at 8.20am this morn
Ads~why we usually leave at 8.25 am
Me~oh ok 8.25am it is then.
Ads~I mean we could leave a bit later if you like?
Me~whats the latest do you think?
Ads~(deadly serious) 8.28am!
Happy Monday. ❤ x
When you spend more time ensuring that the new bathroom doesn’t get covered in hair dye than you do ensuring that your hands don’t.
It would also appear that I am unable to dress myself correctly either~on the plus side~no more greys! ❤x
Fluster girls take on dinner dates hehe.
Any one else feel the same?
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No,no no and a thousand times no!!
Not on a first date,I just can’t bring myself to even contemplate it.
I mean why would anyone even think about it as an option?
What? Why not its perfectly natural and indeed normal.
You need to pull yourself together woman,
Your a grown up now~well I use that term loosely haha.
Never~I’ve told him no and that’s it, if he thinks I’m odd that’s his problem not mine.
There is nothing you can say that will make me change my mind ~going for dinner on a first date is a ‘no’ from me!
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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
Its a new book kind of day. This is so funny and very relatable.
There’s nothing like getting lost in a good book.
Happy #humpday. ❤x
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
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
Single and trying to navigate the world of online dating was never going to be easy.
Dating apps are everywhere and the same faces tend to pop up on them all~including mine!
This particular email made me chuckle when I saw it in my inbox ‘Natalie they meet your expectations ‘.
Expectations? That word has huge meaning ,anyone would think that I am sitting here with a long list of expectations for any suitable male to have to wade through!
Besides that~I’ll be the judge of who meets my expectations thanks very much and trust me it will take more than a photograph and a few typed out words that’s for sure.
Maybe that’s why I’m still single haha.❤x
In keeping with these crazy times,I’ve just had Ads parents consultation on zoom~it was certainly a little different but as ever it made me emotional.
To hear his teacher say I should be proud of him, brought a tear to my eye.
This parenting lark isn’t easy and it certainly doesn’t come with a handbook.
You just keep plodding on,hoping that you are doing your best.
I’m a proud Mama today and everyday.
Well done my boy.❤x
Crazy Little Thing Called Love 