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| Nicholas July 16 On holiday with Granddad. he caught 6 crabs in total which were released back into the seam |
Monday, 29 August 2016
Wednesday, 17 August 2016
Morning Ritual
Our morning ritual is always the same - crazy. There's me, nagging Nicholas to get out of bed, Gizmo wanting to play and grabbing my trouser leg in an attempt to run upstairs so he can jump on Nicholas. maybe I should let him? Nicholas might get out of bed.
Although..... I do admit to not noticing in the end as Gizmo bounds upstairs ... call it the 'final child wake-up call'. Me? I simply smile to myself, sip my coffee whilst sat at the kitchen table, listening to the thump of Gizmo jumping on and off the bed blended with the squeals and yells from Nicholas calling me for help.
Tilly sits watching me, ears twitching at the noise, and I can see in her eyes that all she wants is us to leave and for peace to be restored. But we share this meaningful exchange that says "Nah, another few minutes won't hurt" I sip my coffee again.
Eventually heading upstairs I realise that the laughing and barking has probably woken the neighbours and the evil plan of Gizmo getting Nicholas our of bed has back fired.
Gizmo dragged off the bed and taken downstairs after protests from Nicholas, who wants him to stay whilst he gets dressed.
Then we are ready for the off
Check List:
Gizmo is on lead
All bags packed and ready to go
Car keys in hand
Then comes the realisation Nicholas is NOT wearing his shoes or his coat, and stands at the top of the stairs. He wants to take another toy to Nannies that he cannot find. Dread sets in as I realise it will probably end in tears.
So bags down. Gizmo walking around with his lead in his mouth and acting like a manic dog as I hurry two steps at a time upstairs to find the toy that can never be found. Just once I would love to walk out of the house with everybody happy, without the 'count to 5' scenario or tantrums. To experience simplicity would be amazing. But no, I am silently swearing over a lost toy.
The bedroom looks like a bomb has hit it in such a short space of time. How? How can one child make such a mess so quickly? Eventually another toy is in hand after much persuasion that this toys is a good as the lost one, the bedroom door is shut and the toy forgotten about until the evening.
One hour later, shoes and coats on, running round to catch Gizmo, who has reached the plateau of hyperactivity and believes we are playing, we are finally out of the front door.
Before closing the front door, I catch sign of Tilly and with envy in my eyes, I watch as she snuggles down, obviously please that peace has arrived for her.
Although..... I do admit to not noticing in the end as Gizmo bounds upstairs ... call it the 'final child wake-up call'. Me? I simply smile to myself, sip my coffee whilst sat at the kitchen table, listening to the thump of Gizmo jumping on and off the bed blended with the squeals and yells from Nicholas calling me for help.
Tilly sits watching me, ears twitching at the noise, and I can see in her eyes that all she wants is us to leave and for peace to be restored. But we share this meaningful exchange that says "Nah, another few minutes won't hurt" I sip my coffee again.
Eventually heading upstairs I realise that the laughing and barking has probably woken the neighbours and the evil plan of Gizmo getting Nicholas our of bed has back fired.
Gizmo dragged off the bed and taken downstairs after protests from Nicholas, who wants him to stay whilst he gets dressed.
Then we are ready for the off
Check List:
Gizmo is on lead
All bags packed and ready to go
Car keys in hand
Then comes the realisation Nicholas is NOT wearing his shoes or his coat, and stands at the top of the stairs. He wants to take another toy to Nannies that he cannot find. Dread sets in as I realise it will probably end in tears.
So bags down. Gizmo walking around with his lead in his mouth and acting like a manic dog as I hurry two steps at a time upstairs to find the toy that can never be found. Just once I would love to walk out of the house with everybody happy, without the 'count to 5' scenario or tantrums. To experience simplicity would be amazing. But no, I am silently swearing over a lost toy.
The bedroom looks like a bomb has hit it in such a short space of time. How? How can one child make such a mess so quickly? Eventually another toy is in hand after much persuasion that this toys is a good as the lost one, the bedroom door is shut and the toy forgotten about until the evening.
One hour later, shoes and coats on, running round to catch Gizmo, who has reached the plateau of hyperactivity and believes we are playing, we are finally out of the front door.
Before closing the front door, I catch sign of Tilly and with envy in my eyes, I watch as she snuggles down, obviously please that peace has arrived for her.
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Friday, 5 August 2016
5 Year Bucket Life
A few years ago a friend asked me what I really wanted to do in life. She asked me to put together a bucket list. I did this and recently I realised that I never even tried to complete / do anything on this listing. So here we go, my challenge for the next 5 years.
- Swim with sharks
- Archery
- Under 'The Secret'
- Take Nicholas to Disney Land Florida
- Reduced my hours of work to part-time
- Professional family portrait
- Increase my confidence
- Blind driving
- Go karting
- Tank driving
- Smile at a stranger every day
- Speak honestly about how I feel
- Stop smoking
- Paint balling
- Snow angles with Nicholas
- Get a tattoo
- Loose weight
- Find my dream home
- Take Nicholas to Lapland
- Dance lessons so Nicholas does not ake me to site doen, although maybe that is not idea
- Start pencile portrait drawing again
- Learn to paint
- Have a go in a race car
- kick boxing
- Set up electric train set for Nicholas
- Write a childrens book
- See the Mona Lisa
- Beat Gizmo to the sofa for a whole month
- Wear a dress
- Drink more water and less coffee
- Do one good deed a month
- Reduce house hold budget
Sunday, 24 July 2016
About Us
Hi, I am Anita, Nita for short. I am 45 years old single mum. I cannot really cook and I definitely cannot sew. Wonder Web is the best invention in the world and the house fire alarm sucks at tea time.
I have decided to write this blog to help build my confidence and prove to myself that I can 'do it'. Even though publishing topics online and receiving views from other Mums scares the hell out of me.
I am still trying to figure out Twitter and everything else that goes with blogging. So if you can offer any advice then I would love t hear from you!
I am happy when I push the button on a PC and it works, but if nothing happens I reach panic mode.... that is the extent of my knowledge.
I work full-time as a Management Accountant, but I have come to the point in my life that I want to slow down. Eventually I aim to be employed part-time to spend more valuable time with Nicholas, my 7 year old little boy. Without the help of my Mum I would never be in the position I am now.... in full-time work to make ends meet. A BIG THANK YOU MUM!
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| Nicholas and Me |
We live in a crazy hour with out dog Gizmo (an 11 month old Cocker Spaniel with a heart murmur and one testicle), and out 10 year old cat Tilly, who is the boss. Both get along superbly, although when Gizmo wants to play, my old lady Tilly puts him in his place.
At the moment I have half a kitchen, which I will complete with the help of wonderful friends and family. You see, everything came to a grinding halt - because suddenly I became single. Last weekend, with a triumph and a satisfied smile, I attached the doors to the rounded corner unit. I was soooo proud of myself. Then a few days later Nicholas opens the unit door ... and it fell off,clattering to the floor.
I have decided to wait for my friends and finish the kitchen together, maybe with a bottle of wine.
A positive point of being single is that I can decorate the house as I want - and I can rip out the damn built-in TV stand ...
Love Nicholas and Me
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