2018 is going to be one of the biggest years of my life. I am becoming a Mrs… IN LESS THAN 6 WEEKS. My kids will be “legit”. You have to get them re-registered and everything!
I’ve hit a few milestones in my life… Passing 10 GCSE’s, 4 Alevels (that’s as educated as I am but I have big dreams to do more before I’m… 35. Better up that age as I’ll be 30 next year!), being blessed with my boys, overcoming a difficult health period and now a becoming a wife!
Hasn’t the weather been bizarre? It is almost March and no vitamin D in sight! Poor daffodils. Cooper absolutely hates the snow, he inconsolably cries saying “I’m not alright, I’m really cold”. Freddie isn’t really fussed, but it’s not easy for him to walk when it gets icy.
We lost our family cat Bootsie last Thursday. I was 8 years old when we got him, so he was nearly 20. What an age! He drifted off in his sleep on his favourite blanket with his cat brother by his side, perfect end really (if there can be a perfect end to a life). Freddie wanted to see him. I didn’t really know what to say or do. The conversation went something like this:
(butter wouldn’t melt – holiday summer 2017)
Another couple of weeks have gone by and nothing has been posted. Maybe I don’t have as much to say as I thought? Nah, I just haven’t had the time!
We’re over half way through half term and it’s actually been quite enjoyable, meaning I still like my kids. I’ve been avoiding drinking at home since December after the mother of all hangovers and I’ve not turned to wine! Success I say. But this hangover, honestly I thought my life was over. I almost called 999 several times. Even Stu was worried. 28 years old, mother of two and still completely irresponsible whilst out painting the town red. White rum shots anyone? * gross *
I love social media, looking at everyone’s pictures and seeing how happy people are; enjoying family time, friend time, couple time. It’s so misleading though, isn’t it. All glossy and lovely… obviously nobody posts photos during a blazing argument or when you’re chasing each other round the house bickering over absolute crap. It can make you feel so isolated when you are going through a bad time with your partner. We all do let’s face it! And we’re all guilty of talking about the good and never the ugly.
I am feeling inspired. Everyone has been so positive with their resolutions and mindsets, makes me want to go for a jog, love the skin I am in and throw all the Christmas chocolate in the bin. Instead I won’t run, I’ll eat the chocolate and think about how fit I could be…!
This is a very hard post for me, I’m shaking whilst typing… I didn’t want to do a post about this dark part of my life just yet, but the big C word anniversary is fast approaching and all the bad feels are back and it’s all I can think about… I’ve read that the best thing to do is talk about it, but maybe writing it down will be as effective?
The story: December 2015 I had a biopsy on a lump in my neck. Christmas Eve the doctors surgery called to tell me it was “borderline”. Naturally I went in to panic mode, 8 months pregnant with a borderline cancerous lump in my neck on Christmas Eve and the surgery
The big day is fast approaching, it is December tomorrow! How? Christmas CDs in the car, decorations are slowly going up and excitement is all around. The kids haven’t gone to bed well tonight, I’m assuming they are too excited about the chocolate advent calendar starting in the morning… not the fact I ballsed up cooking times for dinner and it was 1 1/2 hours late, so we ended up eating 20 minutes before bedtime. Oops… it was healthy though!?