I’ve recently joined a book club. It’s something I’ve been thinking about doing for a while but never really got round to, so when a teacher at my daughters’ old pre-school invited me along to join her book club, I decided to give it a go.
The first meeting was a bit odd as I was the new girl; I felt a bit out of my comfort zone, but everyone was very friendly and made me feel welcome. I’ve had two meetings now and I’ve really enjoyed them. Here’s 7 good reasons to join a book club:
It’s been a long winter and feels like it’s taken forever for the sun to break through and start warming us all up, but finally today, there was sunshine! Not only that, but it was bloomin’ hot (not that I’m about to start complaining). It seems that we’ve somehow bypassed spring completely and moved straight on to summer. It was hot enough to wear a t.shirt, skirt AND flipflops this afternoon to do the school run.
There’s something about sunshine that makes everything feel better. People start shedding their clothes and smiling more! Most of you will know that I’m a big fan of summer rather than winter, but whatever your favourite season, you can’t deny that you’ve got to love the sunshine!
My resolution to read more this year has got off to a good start and I’ve already read five books in two months which is pretty good going for me! Part of this is down to me watching less T.V. in the evenings and part is because I read a fair bit on my recent girlie holiday!
So, here’s what I’ve read so far along with a review and score out of 10:
I’ve recently had a long weekend break to Spain with friends. A break WITHOUT kids!
I don’t do this sort of thing very often. In fact, since having my youngest back in 2013, I think I’ve had a total of three overnight trips away; two with my husband and one last year with friends. Why? because I guess, like many other mums, I feel guilty for taking time off. Guilty for leaving my children, when looking after the kids, feeding them and getting them to and from school is primarily MY job.
And before I went away, as with those three other breaks, I felt anxious before going; anxious about sorting out the childcare, anxious about ensuring that every day life complete with school runs and dinners would continue without too much disruption. I also had my usual thoughts about dying. For some reason, whenever I’ve had a break without the children, especially if this involved flying, I imagine scenarios where the plane might crash or an accident happens and I’ll never see my kids again.
Hurrah! February is almost upon us and although technically, it’s still classed as winter, I can’t help but feel hopeful.
Hopeful because the never ending month that is January, is almost banished for another year.
Hopeful because after having after having a quiet month since an extravagant and costly Christmas, we can now start LIVING again.
Hopeful because this week I have noticed snowdrops in bloom. I’ve seen daffodils and crocuses raising their heads and the Camellia in my garden is starting to flower.
Hopeful because, if it’s not my imagination, the evenings seem to be getting a fraction lighter. Instead of the gloom descending at 4pm it now seems more like 4.30 or even 4.45 and every little bit helps!
This time last year, I wrote a post about the books that I wanted to read in 2017. From that original list of 11 books, I managed to read seven. I also found more to read as the year went on making my total up to 14.
It seems inevitable to write a blog post about New Year’s Resolutions, but it feels good to put some goals out there and also to look back at how things went last year.
Whilst January is completely depressing with long evenings, cold weather and everyone skint and promising “never to drink again”, there is something I love about a New Year. There’s the promise of hope; a blank page just full of possibility. Perhaps this WILL be the year that we conquer the world and make our millions. Failing that, perhaps this year we will lose weight / get fit / fulfil our dreams to achieve something. I get a bit excited that perhaps this year it will be the year that SOMETHING will happen.
Granted, I’m never sure at what stage that excitement wears off and the drudgery kicks in. Maybe it only lasts a week or two, but whilst I’m feeling upbeat and positive it seems like a good time to look back on what I wanted to do last year and think of things I’d like to achieve in 2018.
We’ve had two nativities to watch in the past week. Our eldest was a narrator and our youngest had her first school nativity as an angel. I don’t know what it is about watching your child in a nativity that is so emotional; my husband and I were both tearing up. Is it pride at how well they’re doing? Amazement at their confidence? Wonder at how much they’ve grown?
I wrote about the 7 Things to Love about a Nativity a couple of years ago when my eldest daughter first started school. It’s true, who doesn’t love a nativity? It definitely gets you in the festive spirit and it’s also an emotional rollercoaster: feeling proud and emotional too.
The past three days has seen the UK experience heavy snow fall and below zero temperatures. Anyone would have thought that it had never snowed before with all the attention it has been getting. The kids loved it. I enjoyed watching the kids and the snow from the inside.
I’m not a fan of this extreme weather or indeed this time of year. I’m much more of a summer girl who likes the sunshine, warmth and long evenings. But in a bid not to be a grumpy kill joy, here’s some of the things I do like about this time of year.