It is a while since I have done a ‘Dear Friend’ post. They are the sort of posts I write when I find it difficult to put into words what I would like to say to you in person.
I am writing to two people today.
I am and always have been a social butterfly. I love spending time with lots of people but close friends are without a doubt the best! The kind of friend you could talk to about absolutely anything, you can stay up all night drinking, chatting, laughing and putting the world to rights. You know everything about each other and you would do anything to make the other happy.
The idea behind 100 Happy Days is simple. Take a photo or find an image of something that makes you happy for 100 days in a row. The idea is simple but sometimes the challenge is hard.
People who take blogging far more serious than me always have a camera ready. Me? I hardly ever take photos so I struggle to remember half of the time, AND of course, some days just don’t go to plan and it is tricky finding something joyful in the mundane.
A fifth of the way through I have had a few adventures. Here are my first 20 days.
If you followed my last challenge you will know that I am not a gardener. I even pledged to learn the names of the plants in the garden and failed that task royally, if I had added that task this time it would be a lot easier because I have killed most of the garden now.
I despair. We have a good size garden and it was absolutely lovely when we first moved in. We do our best in the time we have available but it is half-hearted because neither my husband and I really enjoy working on it. Although sitting in it on a sunny day is nice. We have been in our house 4 years now and the garden is a shadow of its former self.
August means holidays! We had an extended break this year as our drive to the South of France took a while but we had a fabulous time thanks to three very successful AirBnb stops ( we used AirBnb for the first time this year – contact me for more info) and Canvas Holidays who were instrumental in giving the kids a great holiday, they are already talking about next year!
Life just flies by doesn’t it, with kids and their activities, shopping, working, busy on the house. We rarely have a free weekend. Scrap that – we never have a free weekend. There we were with a whole two days stretched ahead of us with…. nothing….in the calendar.
So we planned to do something I had wanted to do for a long time – go to South Wales to visit my relatives. I cannot remember the last time we went, it was sometime after my father died, but before I started my challenges, so probably about 4 or 5 years ago.
I have been blogging now for nearly 3 years, I am a small time blogger, but at least I know how it works and the pressures that it creates. Don’t want to make you cry again or dredge something up if you are having a good moment, but I have just read your cry for help on social media and felt I needed to respond.
Children are all consuming, we know this, babyhood means no sleep, toddlers keep you on your toes, and just as you think things are calming down, they start gaining independence and their own ideas and before you know it you become their taxi driver and support worker.
Their hobbies and interests start taking over your life as well as theirs. Gone are the days where you took them to Jo Jingles or tumbletots for half an hour each week. But your little ballerina who twirled around in her tutu now wants to take on yet another dance discipline, your son who went to soccer skills each Wednesday for an hour after school not only has training each week but at least one match each weekend.
Sometime this week I am about to be a Grand-Nanny! And I couldn’t be more excited and proud.
No not a blood Grandmother, thankfully I am a few years (I hope) away from that yet.
It is funny how things work out. When I first left college in the 1980s, despite being under qualified I was very fortunate to obtain a job working as a Nanny for three wonderful children. When I began work, the eldest had just started school, the middle was at part time Nursery and the youngest Sophie was just 18 months old.
One of the reason I like karaoke is that generally you have to be in a good place and in a happy mood to sing. Singing, like dancing is a happy thing to do. I have held numerous Karaoke nights at my house over the years, first with SingStar on the PS2 and then progressing to linking YouTube and a couple of microphone up to the TV. The parties have always been fabulous fun with a lot of tipsy people.
But I had never been to a public Karaoke bar….