Prioritising

I’ve never been very good with time management or prioritising, and I’ve actually written a post about it quite recently. The problem is, I’ve cut out everything that wasn’t essential and now I’m scratching around to try and find more time.  Over the past few months, I haven’t managed to exercise as much as I wanted to. I’ve found the time to do something every day this month, but most days it has been a minimal amount.  I did manage to get down to my normal weight after having Lia, but the lack of exercise and my fondness for eating crap…

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Learning about siblings

When I was growing up, I was essentially an only child. My oldest sister came along when I was 10, swiftly followed by two more sisters and a brother. I’ve always got on well with my siblings and I’m immensely proud of them all.Watching them all grow up and become intelligent, kind, caring individuals has been a real honour. Libby and Lia are lucky to have such amazing uncle and aunts.  It is an odd thing though being a half sister. I wouldn’t say that we had a normal sibling relationship, purely because I have never lived with any of them,…

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To the lady in the petrol station

This morning, we overslept a little bit. I know that sounds like a bad thing, but it wasn’t. My baby isn’t the greatest sleeper, and she’s only just started sleeping through the night.  So this morning, when I woke up to the sound of her and her sister babbling away at 8 am, the fact we were going to be a bit late was somewhat inconsequential. They’d slept for 12 hours and more importantly, I’d slept for about 7 1/2.  So the fact that we had a rather rushed shower and breakfast and came out of the house with Lia looking a bit…

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Are you single?

“Are you single?” Asked my two year old, as she turned on the bathroom tap.  “No.” I thought sadly. I’m about as far from single as it’s possible to be. My days of being young, free and single are firmly behind me and I am officially old, captive and taken.  But as she chattered away to me, washing her hands, playing in the water and wandering off to get herself dressed, her question sent me back to a time when the answer would have been different.  I thought about the holidays I used to have. Hopping on a last minute…

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What’s your story?

Last  night, hubby and I were watching the Graham Norton Show and we got talking about what our story would be if we were in the red chair. If you don’t watch Graham Norton, the idea is this. You sit on a red chair and tell a short story. If it’s engaging and entertaining, you are allowed to finish your story. If it’s utter drivel or you’re just plain dull, you get unceremoniously ejected.  So in the name of entertainment, I’ve decided to tell you my story. On a hot summer’s afternoon, I decided to take my dogs for a…

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