My oath ...
I hereby swear to venture outside with other adult folk, even after 4pm and stay out past bedtime without informing every soul I meet that I have to be up at 6am. I promise to put to good use the hoards of fabulous Fancy Nancy clothes, shoes and handbags hidden in my closet. I will try as many new things as possible , even some that don't involve eating (although I can find food anywhere and everywhere so that can't be promised) Above all I will strut like Queen Bey, act with the grace of the Queen herself in my Fancy Nancy mission to gain a social life after 30,
I write each month a guest blog over on the fabulous Lifestyle Love Liverpool Girls , and so you don’t miss out i’ll be posting the link here each month , just kind like that aren’t i .
this months post was all about keeping our friendships alive , I mean if we are all honest once you hit a certain age it does become somewhat of a challenge , things like making sure your home to put the bins become more important than dancing the night away on a random Tuesday night . The change is gradual and we don’t even notice it until one day your fan grirling over your nee hoover rather than catching up with friends.
September has arrived , and I basically used the summer holidays as an excuse to pretend I was the banker in a game of Monopoly. I saw on Inagram lots of people taking part in No spend September, but as I had a christening to attend i didn’t thin this would work for me, BUT you can still buy things just not new . So my plan is to only eat out once this month , unless someone else is paying and anything else i need to come from a Charity Shop , as i have gifts to buy i’m giving myself leeway on this !
The summer holidays have been a whirl and now it’s back to reality , but how bizarre that reality is our kids spend the best part of every day each week away from us .
When carter got home from school he’d had such an amazing day , don’t know why but every time September rolls around and that first day back at school I turn into and emotional anxious mess , it’s not likes he’s just starting school , but each school year is just a reminder that he is getting older , that my boy is growing and that fireplace morning picture just proves how much every year .
Let's talk friends….. After 30 your friends circle gets smaller , and that's ok you end up with those really cool friends who you are super close to , friends that are more like sisters , who you can be yourself with , who knows everything there is to know about you and are always at the end of a phone when you need them . These friends know your toilet habits better than you do and can tell instantly if your not being yourself, they know what your thinking just from side eye, and one word can bring on absolute hysterics.
Dear 20 year old me ,
It strangely feels like I haven't aged much since I was 20 ( this is perhaps just mentally though) but being 20 was actually a lifetime ago, it was 14 years ago that I was you , and in 14 years you’ll be me ?? any way, I tried to sound philosophical but ended up just confusing myself.
Carter is currently awaiting assessment for ASD (Autistic Spectrum Disorder ) and ADHD, as I have mentioned before, this makes the world around him duantig , for both of us really it's a constant battle. I’m trying to guide him through a world, where we have to pick up on hidden signals to act appropriately , where we contradict ourselves on a daily basis , and people never really say what they mean and use words that don't make any sense.
I no longer have to decide between being a Mum and having a career or business, I no longer have to choose between work and having a social life, and I’d be damned if there is anything a man can do that I can’t. if I want to (because If I’m honest carrying that new American fridge freezer up the stairs was something I could have done If I had to but seriously did, I want to?)
I hate to aagain utter the word Morocco .. well actually I don’t , but I’m pretty sure that anyone who knows me , follows me on Social Media , or has been stood behind me at the Post office is totally fed up hearing about it , but I have to defend my absolute obsession with all things Moroccan and here is why this trip was the ultimate trip:
My boy loves to travel and this makes me so happy he wants to see the world , his school project one year was to build his dream house ( tbf I always end up doing these things, he has zero interest in participating , and when I ask what the teacher thought he doesn’t even reply , all that work and no recognition ) his dream house only really had one feature apart form a door and some windows and that was an airport on top.
In January we was all taken into a meeting , a last minute meeting hours away from home for the whole company, when we arrived and seen HR present we knew it wasn’t going to be good .Once we was told there was going to be redundancies and faced with a good few hour drive home panic did set in .