A Mother's Ramblings

 

I lost my wallet. Well, technically it was a business card holder that I used as a wallet by putting my bank cards and ID in along with a few business cards, but that's not the point. It was missing. I was pretty sure that it was somewhere in the house but none of us could find it, despite having looked everywhere, checked under everything, in everything and behind everything at least three billion times*.  Eventually, I had to face facts and arrange for everything to be replaced.

It's Top Ender's 18th Birthday today, which means I'm now the parent of an adult. I'm sure there was some course I should have attended, that would have given me an insight into what I'm supposed to do now. Some kind of information that would allow me to know how to help her handle the rollercoaster also known as life that is coming her way.

I wrote a little on Pippa World about my "new" lifestyle, but I don't think I have properly recorded on any of my social channels about my motivation and reasons for suddenly changing my life last summer and because it is so important, because it is such a big change and something that I think that other people do want to know about (in their secret searches in the middle of the night when they, like I used to try to work out if they can change their life, if they can change their outlook, if they can lose weight and learn to like exercise!) I thought I should share my story. Every summer, I always try to change my health. I figure I have six weeks. Six weeks of not doing the school run, six weeks to change my habits. Six weeks of goodish weather, six weeks of  daylight whilst the rest of the world is still asleep. Six weeks is twice the amount needed to form a habit, so it should be easy to lose a stone in that six weeks right? So that when I went back to school runs, ba

I realised this morning, that I'm best at blogging when I'm talking from the heart, so I thought I would just let my fingers type what my head was thinking without me paying any attention... I haven't really been around the last few years with blogging. At first I thought it was because the children were too old and no longer cute and we weren't really doing anything as a family so there was no point in sharing stories about what we were doing to inspire other people. Who wants to hear that we spent the majority of the weekend in separate rooms only coming together for the five minutes before our evening meals?

It was my Dad's birthday in July, or at least it would have been if he was alive. I knew it was coming up, as I have done every year since he died, just without consciously thinking about it. I guess having had the date celebrated for so many years that somehow it is built into my psyche. This year the day sort of snuck up on me. I'd been thinking about my Dad a lot in the week leading up to his birthday without realising why and then when I woke up on the Saturday my first thought was that it would be my Dad's birthday. It was the first year that it really hurt. It was the first year that I wanted to do something to celebrate his life. The Milton Keynes International Festival was on, and Flyfour knew what I needed to do.