Hello! And Happy New Year to you all! Right now I am writing this blog post with my feet up and a mild curry bubbling away on the stove. Georgie is reading a book in his bedroom, too loudly as usual, and James is fast asleep. So here’s what else we’ve been up to.
Happy New Year guys!
Happy new year friends! Georgie and I are still pretending we’re on holiday, at least until Monday when he has to go back to school and we will no longer be able to pretend. This time after Christmas I always feel as though my emotions have been tossed in a blender that won’t stop. The blues hit me hard as I don’t want the holidays to end but then I get excited about getting back to real life and our daily routine and being productive and getting on with stuff, which is always a good thing for slightly tense, controlling and stressed out persons such as myself. Ha!
Happy new year to all! I can happily say that the two weeks of holidays were immensely enjoyed despite the unavoidable insanity that comes with the season not to mention the variety of ailments. I focused on all that matters. My dad was home and well for the first time in three Christmases which, of course, meant the world to me and Georgie made every day completely and utterly magical especially with his endless singing. Since starting pre-school I miss him and just being at home with him so over the holidays I couldn’t get enough of our time together. Prepping for Christmas lunch, at my parents’ house, was an overwhelming moment for me because I was tasked with cooking the gammon. It was my first time, the gammon was meant to feed 20 people and up until Christmas Eve I was still franticly searching for a recipe because I refused my mum’s help. ‘I can do it. No help necessary, ‘ I told her. I ended up boiling the gammon in two litres of coca cola for two hours! Apparently, this is a very popular way to cook gammon and apparently, it works. You should look it up.
Every night, before I nod off, I like to plan the next day in my head. I schedule appointments and chores if they are on the itinerary and then I concentrate on Georgie and activities we could do together. It only takes a few minutes and somehow it makes falling asleep much easier.
And then the New Year flies in and sleep doesn’t come easy. I find myself staring into space, willing my head and heart to come up with a bigger and broader plan. Yes, I’m talking about a resolution of sorts. Last year I promised to change some things I felt were holding me back and I am so glad I did. I NEED the same this year. There’s so much I want to do, to achieve and to accomplish, my mind spins with excitement one minute but the next I am glued to the telly watching TV shows and chomping on popcorn. I think this slumped upset has to do with the fact that this year signifies a massive inevitable change in my life: Georgie will start pre-school in September. I feel THAT will be the time for resolutions. For now, I’ll stick to some basics, things I have been dreaming of for a while now. Listing them here on the blog, will hopefully make them more real, generate some excitement and bring clarity to my confused mind.
