The Royal Wedding

I am going to have to jump on the band wagon and talk about my views on the Royal Wedding.  I absolutely loved every single second of it.  In fact I am now re-watching the highlights. 

I actually did feel slightly emotional watching it. It truly was a fairytale.  Kate looked stunningly beautiful, a real Princess.  That dress was out of this world, whilst Prince William was handsome as ever in his military uniform. You could feel the love between them.  This I hope will be a marriage that will stand the test of time.  They both seemed to be bursting with happiness.

In my opinion Charles should not become King, instead it should pass straight to William. We need some young blood leading the country and what better role models?  We need Monarchs that can relate and engage with us everyday, lowly folks. The Aston Martin that William drove Kate to Clarence house in, is a moment that no-body will ever forget. It was a fantastic moment.

People will probably be moaning over how much the whole event has cost the tax payer, which in some respects, OK it has.  But I feel proud to be British and I enjoy all the pomp and ceremony that goes with it.

I can remember as a young girl watching Charles and Diana's wedding with my mum.  History repeated itself itself today as I was watched with my mum and daughter.  These memories are priceless.

My First Little Success

Hurray, I have just had my first article accepted.  I have been advised that unfortunately there is no payment, however it is a major step in the right direction.

I won't give to many details as the moment, however it is a glossy magazine and I only sent the article off to the editor last night, so to receive a reply in such a short time scale is great.  It is also the first article that I have ever sent off.

After a bad week all of a sudden my life has got a million times better.  It also given me a boost to crack on with some more pieces.

How Daft am I?

I cannot believe how daft I can be at times.  I'll start at the beginning.

On Sunday night I decided that I was going to complete my assignment 4 once and for all.  It's been staring at me for about four weeks.  It was almost ready just needed some last minute tweaking.  So I got the kids to bed early (for a change) and by 7.30pm I was happily tapping away on my computer.  Finally as the clock stuck twelve I sealed my golden envelope attached the stamps and gave a big sigh of relief.

I was just turning off the lights ready to go to bed and I noticed the biggest spider on my sofa.  A shudder went up on spine.  I hate spiders.  I am a major animal lover, but spiders are just not my thing.  ugghh just the thought of those spindly little legs scurrying across the floor gives me the creeps.  It is the thought that they can run a lot faster then I can move and if it ran towards me instead of away,uuugggh

Anyway, I went to the kitchen cupboard and got out the biggest jug I could find.  With sweating palms I quickly slipped the jug over the monster and retreated as quickly as I could to the other side of the room.  doing a weird little dance as I went.  (Honestly, if people could see me)  He was now safely ensconced inside the upside down jug.  I now needed to find something to slip under the jug to enable me to remove him from my house.

I grabbed the nearest thing that was thin enough to slip under, but strong enough so that when I flipped the jug he wouldn't escape. You guessed it my precious assignment.  I took a deep breath and with shaking hands bingo, it was done.  Holding my prisoner at arms length I ran to the kitchen to the open window and attempted to gently shake the spider free. At which point he lunged towards me and in a fit of panic I flung both the jug and my assignment as far as I could.  I watched in slow motion as my assignment slowly drifted towards my washing up bowl, which was ironically full of cold, greasy water before plop.

"Goddam you" I shouted.  I',m sure the spider laughed and waved at me as he set off into the garden.  Think tomorrow I will invest in a spider catcher.  Thankfully I had saved my work.  Phew!

500 pageviews

Hurray

I have just passed the 500 pageview marker.  I find it totally amazing that 500 people have actually looked at my blog. 

The part that amazes me the most is the vast area that it has covered.  I've had pageviews from the United States, Germany, Japan and Korea to name just a few.

Flamingoland

What a fabulous weekend I have had.  On Saturday we had a day out with nanna and granddad at Flamingoland.  It was brilliant.  The weather was amazing, it really felt like it was August, not April.

Charlie was in awe of the giraffes, his reaction was one I will never forget.  "Oh Wow, Look at that, look at that." he shouted very loudly.  Faye's favourite part of the day was the parrot show.  For one the parrot refused to perform and two a little duck waddled into the arena and stood centre stage.  He was not part of the show and it was rather funny.

I think nanna and granddad enjoyed the rides the best.  This one is for you granddad.

It was two very tired and happy children that I brought home that night.  Charlie fell asleep at half six and didn't even realise that he had been changed into his pj's.  It was definitely a day I will not forget.  Can't wait go again.

I seem to be meeting myself coming backwards at the moment.  Every day this week I have had good intentions of finishing my assignment and working on some projects I have in the pipeline.  It has been  gone nine o'clock every night when I have finished sorting everything out and got the kids to bed. By that time I feel exhausted.

The times I have sat down I have been unable to concentrate fully on the task at hand.  My brain just feels fuddled at the minute.  I'll soon get back into the swing of it I'm sure. 

I have spent a lot of time writing in my diary lately.  I love writing this and try to write at least a page a day.  To me it's a great way of putting my thoughts and feelings down and a way of making sense of them all.  Some days I just write random blurb and yet, when I look back at some of the entries a lot are quite deep and meaningful.

I have always been a diary writer.  I dug some of my old ones out the other day.  Some of the things I wrote when I was teenager are bazaar to say the least.  Glad I've grown up since then, a little bit anyway.

Writing in the Sunshine

I'm sat here in my little garden and it feels like it is the middle of summer.  I have managed to rid myself of the jeans and jumper, instead opting to wear one of my gorgeous maxi dresses. It almost feels like I am a million miles away, on the Mediterranean perhaps... I wish.

After the hard, cold winter that we have experience this year, it is so refreshing to hear the birds sing and observe the garden bursting to life.   To sit here and feel the heat on your skin makes the world suddenly appear not so bad after all.

I have completed rough drafts of all the work I need to submit for my assignment 4, so will just need to edit them in a few days.  As for the rest of my day, I will be outside enjoying this weather while it lasts.

Never Ending Mr Tumble

It's a no work day for me today. Well, in the sense that I don't actually have to go into work, instead I've the harder and unpaid job of being mummy. 

First up was the school run.  How I long for next week... The Easter holidays.  A few weeks of not having to get up and start making pack lunches before I have even opened my eyes.  To just laze around in my pj's until about 9, bliss.  Even though I don't get lie ins that doesn't matter, to be able to just chill out is just as good.  I also have a few days off from work. I am hoping nice weather and a few trips to the park.

So, got back from school and started on the huge task of having a good top to bottom clean, Charlie decided that he was going to watch his Mr Tumble DVD.  We have now had it on repeat for the last 8 hours.  Wouldn't mind he doesn't watch it, he goes off and plays with his toys, but try and turn it over and he instantly knows! I end up watching it and singing along.   Needless to say I can now describe numerous useless items in sign language. 

Have been seriously neglecting my writing these last few weeks.  Everything just seems to have got in the way and I kinda lost my way a bit with it.  Then I get the doubts am I just being silly?  Have I got my head in the clouds again?.  But no, I will carry on, because if nothing else I am really enjoying it. The plan for the rest of the night is get the kids to bed and embark on assignment 4.

What a great day today has been.   The sun has shone all day long and we have been on the first family day out of the year.  A trip to the farm.   The car was loaded up with wellies and rain jackets ( just in case, but thankfully not needed) and off we went.

The kids loved feeding and interacting with the animals.  The highlight for my 5 year old was holding the little fluffy chicks.   My two year old just loved the sheep. The freedom of being outside and letting them run free, safe in the knowledge that they are away from all the traffic is great.  It has done everyone the world of good, I feel so relaxed. 

Have consumed far to many calories.  A great big ice cream, which was divine, and we went to a BBQ.  I have to admit we purchased the burgers and sausages from the farm and they were delish.  Daren't tell the kids that the pigs we had been stroking today, would no doubt be made into sausages one day.  They would never eat a sausage again.

Messy Divorce

How do things always get so complicated and nasty? Me and my estranged husband are going through divorce proceedings. After being apart for near on ten months, the animosity just increases ten-fold.  The latest argument is the children. 

I just feel exhausted with it all. I look now and think that person that I shared a life with, shared a bed with, laughed with, cried with and had children with is a complete stranger to me.  The love has turned into hate. 

We have moved on with our lives and there is no hope of a reunion, yet I will be forever tied to him because of the children. 

Through all of this it is the children that have suffered the most.  As a mother I would do anything to protect them from this.  They are too young to be having to deal with these types of emotions.  My number one priority is to provide my kids with a stable, loving home environment.  I'm doing a bloody good job, even if I do say so myself. 

To my husband I say "Take me to court, I'll fight you every step of the way!" A mothers love is unconditional.  I'll scratch, bite, and claw anyone that invades my territory.

What a wonderful day it has been today.  I'm just sat here watching my two wonderful children have a mad half hour before bed time.  They are scrubbed, tubbed and looking and smelling gorgeous.  I realised today that I am the richest person in the world.  All the money in the world cannot buy what these two give to me.

It has been a tough week as usual, but i wouldn't swap my life for anything.  The kids slept out on Friday night for the first time ever .  It was awful.  The constant sense that something is missing, like your right arm.  Sometimes when they are around I wish for just half an hour on my own to get my jobs done, or even simply to get a shower in peace, however when the wish comes true, it's not always as it good as you thought.

The house was lifeless.  All the noise they make muted.  There was no arguing, no singing, no playing, there wasn't a single item out of place and it felt totally alien.  I wandered aimlessly around from room to room.  I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't sleep, I just counted down the hours until the morning. When the phone rang at 6:40 am and a little voice said "Hello mummy, I miss you" it was the best sound in the world.

It sometimes takes a little time away to make you fully appreciate what you actually have!