When you get married, or actually, enter into any kind partnership, romantic or even business, you make an agreement. This isn't a typed out on paper, signed sealed and delivered kind of agreement. This is an underlying, unsaid, code of conduct.
Sunday, 22 October 2017
Sunday, 8 October 2017
Monday, 29 May 2017
You can Grocery Shop, book a holiday, order a Pizza, find out the name of that song that's been bugging you for the last 20 minutes, diagnose yourself with a number of rare and tropical diseases, get directions to the nearest soft play hell zone, phone a friend, send a message in endless different ways, watch a film, take a photo, shoot a video, and of course, access the wonderful black hole that is social media! *sound of a trumpet*
Phones can give us SO much, and yet, their use is starting to be 'frowned upon'.
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
The DreamPicture the scene... our eyes meet over a crowded room, she compliments my outfit, I make a HILARIOUS joke, she p*sses herself laughing.
We chat.... we connect. After the show we hook up, go for drinks, swap numbers.... and become all time besties. Lost souls.... finally reunited!
Thursday, 4 May 2017
Thursday, 27 April 2017
This was, as always, greeted by some with the usual rolling of the eyes, the classic 'Where's International Men's Day??' (19th November actually) , or the ever so lovely 'what do you need a special day for?'
Monday, 13 March 2017
Thursday, 9 March 2017
Anxiety is a bitch!!
No really it is!!
If there were a list of pointless things, that serve no real purpose, it would be up there with Mum Guilt.... and wasps!!!!
It makes you feel like you are losing the plot.
It makes everyone around you think you are losing the plot!
Day to day it doesnt affect me too much (thanks to medication). However a break from the norm will always set it off.
Things like a weekend away without the children.
Relinquishing control of your children doesnt come easy. Not to me.
I get irrational. Imagining countless scenarios with catastrophic consequences, and they play on my mind.
Its not because I dont trust who I leave them with. Of course I do!! Its because I can't really cope with the lack of control. It makes me anxious. Like swirly tummy, dry mouth, heart racing, hold your breath anxious.
Deep down the rational me says that there is no greater chance of anything happening when Im not around, than when I am. But the rational me gets squashed!
The only way to combat this is to have my little rituals. The things I do to 'prepare'.
I wont bore you with the details, but tomorrow when my folks arrive they will be BOMBARDED with information.
It wont end when I've gone either! There will be texts.... random texts of things that I remember which, I know I am actually only sending for my benefit. Things I feel like I need to say otherwise something bad will happen.
It wont, but it make me feel better.
Husbands are funny in these scenarios. They say countless times 'they will be fine' while pouring another drink 🍸 🍸
Whilst I'm turning a bit 'Monica' and saying
'Will they?? WILL THEY ???'
Once I've gone the rational me will kick in.
I know I have left them with the people who love them as much as me, and I can't really do much more. Unless I never want to leave them EVER! No amount of lying awake worrying about it will keep them any safer.
So its all just a bit pointless.
Now..... where's that giant roll of cotton wool??
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
Sunday, 19 February 2017
Friday, 20 January 2017
So... what is the one piece of advice I would give to every new parent?