The amount of time it has been since I published a blog post, responded to an email or generally did anything that required me to move… or put any effort in at all unless I had no choice.
I’ve mainly been taking some time for me. I’ve read a book (The Chocolate Lovers Diet by Carole Matthews) which is usually unheard of, almost finished watching Grey’s Anatomy in it’s 13 series entirety and watched the final episode of Girls (we’re you as disappointed as me?!). Read more
It’s time for me to construct the family weekly meal plan and as social media would lead me to believe, today is blue Monday.
First thing this morning the boiler was as dead as a dodo. PANIC. After a few minutes of both Mr Vista and I standing there, pressing buttons and scratching our heads we realised something vital… the washing powder box had the pressed the boiler switch on the wall to off.
We may be dummies but the point that I’m making is this: things aren’t always as bad as they first seem. When faced with certain peril, stop. Take a deep breath and like the kids of ‘Bear Hunt’ figure out a way to go through it. There is always a way – sometime it is as simple as turning the switch to on.
It’s blue Monday. It’s wet. The toddler has a snotty nose and we’re skint. But I will SMILE. We have a lot to be grateful for. Read more
If you are in the habit of having a roast every Sunday like we are, then it would be SO easy to make your own stock to use on Christmas day. Not only would it cut down your waste and cost you nothing but a little longer on the hob, but it’ll be tastier by miles – How To Make Your Own Christmas Day Stock.
If you are on a low-fat diet plan (or Slimming World like me) you should remember this has more fat in it than making gravy from hot water and stock cubes. Read more
It’s always nice to have a special link to the important moments in life. Like the lyrics to a song reminding you of a date, or the way the weather turns cold and reminds you a lingering feeling…
Well… if you follow me on social media you may have noticed that my Mr and I recently celebrated our TENTH wedding anniversary. You could also have spotted that we were *rather* dressed up for the occasion.
Because, my love, sometimes it isn’t about
How fast or tall
How loud or sweet the shout
Happy moments can too be made of bare faces
And no spare spaces
A messy draining board, as full as my heart
A crooked photo
Just ordinary us
Faced with life without you? I’m not sure where I’d start
Words, when stringed together don’t always make sense. But when I look at this photo that my husband took of me and our daughter when we were just having an ordinary afternoon of baking (or ‘making’ as she calls it) the words above make perfect sense. We didn’t know the button was being pressed or that the moment was being captured.
We were being us. As we are. Happy and together.
As a guilt ridden working mum, I spend way too much money compensating for the time I missed with magazines and babychinos.
I need to remember that it doesn’t cost anything for me to show my Little Miss how much love I have for her in my heart. A few handfuls of flour and teaching her how to cut shapes out of simple dough is all it took. We kept cutting and cutting until the table was full of biscuits ready to be baked.
“Are they cooked now Mama?”
She doesn’t care that I have a bare face. I don’t care that everything she says is at ten decibels. It isn’t until it is time to go back to work that I realise how much I appreciate these ordinary moments. How much I appreciate the miracle that is my child, and how much I appreciate the man behind the camera capturing the moment.