So I'm back to work (for now) for a couple of days a week. Not sure how I feel about it yet. Still a wild tornado of emotions.
It's nice being back in my comfort zone and doing something I'm kinda good at. I still feel a complete amateur at being a mum and look forward to the day I can turn around and say I kinda know what I'm doing. Does this day ever come? I will keep you posted I guess.
Still on the journey of trying to find myself and what I want my role to be now I'm a mum. It's taking longer than expected but enjoying the journey. X
Thursday, 27 September 2012
Friday, 24 August 2012
Mornings
Mornings
The darkness swirls around me and I cannot see the light of day
Thoughts whirl around my head I cannot hear the joyful chirps of the graceful birds.
My heart flutters in my chest as if a butterfly perhaps my spirit is trying to escape
It means my heart finds it hard to reach out to others.
The fist clenches around my neck I cannot breath its too strong.
I feel like laying in my bed closing my eyes from the world only to find what I'm scared of is inside me.
Suddenly I hear something
A gurgle of joy, a giggle of mischief
I lift myself out of bed every step a challenge my body screaming.
I open the door a ray of light breaks through the darkness
The beautiful, loving smile of the most previous thing in my life.
My gorgeous boy
The darkness swirls around me and I cannot see the light of day
Thoughts whirl around my head I cannot hear the joyful chirps of the graceful birds.
My heart flutters in my chest as if a butterfly perhaps my spirit is trying to escape
It means my heart finds it hard to reach out to others.
The fist clenches around my neck I cannot breath its too strong.
I feel like laying in my bed closing my eyes from the world only to find what I'm scared of is inside me.
Suddenly I hear something
A gurgle of joy, a giggle of mischief
I lift myself out of bed every step a challenge my body screaming.
I open the door a ray of light breaks through the darkness
The beautiful, loving smile of the most previous thing in my life.
My gorgeous boy
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Night time ramblings
Tonight I have been thinking about how many days simply pass us by like a cloud in the sky.
If I think back to last year how many days do I actually remember? Usually a particularly bad one, a birthday or special occasion.
What makes a day memorable?
My task this week is to plan a day that will be memorable (hopefully for good reasons) in a years time.
Ideas will be much appreciated x
If I think back to last year how many days do I actually remember? Usually a particularly bad one, a birthday or special occasion.
What makes a day memorable?
My task this week is to plan a day that will be memorable (hopefully for good reasons) in a years time.
Ideas will be much appreciated x
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
Tea time
Never before has a cup or tea or coffee ranked so highly in daily life as it does now. It represents time out and relaxation which is about as rare as winning a lottery in my vibrant, energetic household with a young toddler.
I decided to create a tea cosy as all mums know tea/coffee is often stone cold before you get to sit down and enjoy it.
This creation is aimed to make this cherished time even more special.
I decided to create a tea cosy as all mums know tea/coffee is often stone cold before you get to sit down and enjoy it.
This creation is aimed to make this cherished time even more special.
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