It’s just two weeks to go until the end of term, which means our youngest, Eva would have completed her first year at school.
There was a mixture of feelings for me last September. I was happy to see Eva excited to be joining her sister, pleased that they would at last be in the same place making drop offs and pick ups easier, and a little bit happy to be getting large chunks of my days to myself. I was also a little bit emotional about this new chapter, I worried that I would miss our days at home together and I was excited and worried about what the future held for me! Here’s what I’ve been up to (so far) this first year of having both kids at school.
I first started looking at my family tree about 10 years ago. I joined Ancestry and quickly became obsessed about trying to find out how far back I could trace my ancestors. Then life happened, I got married and children came along, and I never did much more with it apart from the odd look at it when we wanted to trace a particular person.
The girls and I have just come back from a last minute break. It wasn’t planned and we never intended to go mainly because my husband couldn’t take the time off work. We’re lucky in that my parents own a flat down in Devon and this was due to be empty in the May half term. As the school holiday got nearer, I considered taking the girls on my own.
The thought of the 5 hour journey alone with just the kids put me off, so I asked my mother-in-law. She said yes, and suddenly we were all set to go.
The royal wedding at the weekend was a marvellous day, not just for Harry and Meghan, but for our family, friends and neighbours. More than that, it really felt like the wedding was a cause for celebration by the whole country. In the week leading up to the big day, everyone was talking about what they were doing and how they would be celebrating.
It felt momentous too because I realised whilst watching the ceremony on television, that there would not be another royal wedding in this country for quite some time. Prince George, Charlotte or Louis won’t be getting married for at least another 20 or 30 years. And unless you count Princess Beatrice or Eugenie (and let’s face it, their weddings will never be quite a big or as eventful), then that’s a long time to wait. And so I tried to get my two girls to watch as much of the wedding as they could, because, it was such a historical moment!
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:
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.