I can’t quite believe we are in April already, where did the start of the year go? This is also the last week before the Easter holidays so I have to start giving it some thought how I entertain my offspring during their time off they spend with me. Luckily I don’t have to worry too much about Easter itself as for some reason or another the boys all already got something that most definitely qualifies as an little something from the Easter bunny (read: me).
My little person has been working very hard on a large piece of homework on red pandas over the last few weeks culminating in a presentation of his year this week on endangered species. I always try to play it supercool at these things but the truth is I am bursting at the seams with pride to see him up there confidently presenting his bit.
The other important thing this week is taking the older two to the opticians, which has to be planned with military precision to combine hard to come by appointments, me finishing work and them getting out at different times in schools at opposite ends of town. Of course it goes a little bit wrong so Son C and the au pair have to walk into town with Son A while I am stuck in traffic with son B. But being the superstars we are they are now up to date with their eye tests and still not in need of glasses unlike me and their dad at that age. Fingers crossed they do not turn out to be as blind as we are.
Friday school finishes early of course, well at least for two of them. So three kids – three different times. Oh the joys of parental organisation. If only I was as organised as I should be. To celebrate the holidays we get a treat of Chinese food because we all deserve it and I really cannot be bothered to cook a wholesome, super healthy meal that night. I have to work at the weekend which is just as well as the boys just want to chill for a bit but the cat has other ideas Saturday morning.
A very lovely Ryanair girl suddenly rang our doorbell to inform me that my cat had just parachuted out of the second floor window and was now hiding under the car. As soon as we open the door he limbs out and hides in the kitchen and my heart drops because I worry he has broken everything. We manage to get him into his carrier and Son B comes with me to the vet for moral support. Miraculously, he hasn’t broken anything although I am convinced he lost five of his seven lives with this stunt. He has to stay at the vets for a few hours but then I can bring him home.
He needs to rest and is still limping around but he will be okay. That is one bloody lucky cat! Let’s hope this isn’t a sign of how these holidays pan out.
I could have sworn we just had school holidays. Like last week. And as much as I love my offspring they can be a little challenging if having to be entertained 24/7 especially when I also have to work. Because even with split holidays, there are still off more than I can take off and forgive me for saying this, but I also like my personal time off, child free, to recharge my batteries. There, I said it. How dare I. Bad mother, I am.
Now after his little dive out of the window experience last week, the cat was in dire need of some rest, although especially Son C did not quite get it right and nearly suffocated the poor thing with his love and care. He was hissed at in the process quite a few times. Poor cat might have lost another life too with all the stress.
The weather was quite decent this week so I decided to get the machetes out and finally start tackling the wilderness behind the house we call garden. Just in case we might get something resembling a summer this year. We had built a teepee a while ago which has now unfortunately fallen victim to the elements so our first job was to take that apart and produce some firewood from it and to make it a bit more fun, we build the chimenea I bought the week before and made a fire. This is were I definitely notice I’m raising boys – there was a lot of happiness and excitement once the flames shot well over a metre high out of the top. But we didn’t burn the house down so no need to worry.
Before this week, I had mapped out an itinary but in the end it all went out of the window. We all just wanted to chill rather than run around somewhere and you know what, it was just fine like this. There are more days coming we can fill with business, it’s okay to just do nothing sometimes. I have been quite busy as it’s the run up to another holiday so work wise there is a lot to do and it is quite enjoyable to do the Netflix and chill routine with your kiddies. Once you decide on something everyone wants to watch that is, which can take a week or so.
All boys went to their dads on Sunday and I have to say this week went by quite pleasantly and swiftly. And yes I do admit I will miss them when they are not here.
Finally, MY holiday week has arrived. Not just because I have no kids to deal with for a few days but also I am going on a little trip to Italy. Naples to be precise. And I have been looking forward to it a lot. I have not been to Italy since I moved to the UK so it has been a rather long time but I have always been quite fond of the country of pizza and amore. But let’s be honest, who isn’t?
Now the first revelation of this trip was booking the fast track through security in Stansted – how did I not know this marvel of time efficiency existed? Second revelation in regards to crossing borders – in future I will always travel with my passport rather than my ID card because it takes for-bloody-ever to get through non-scanner security otherwise.
I was travelling with my lovely friends P and R, the latter was convinced we would die a horrible death between the airport and the hotel as Italian driving takes a little getting used to. Overall her aversion to Napoli’s traffic of all forms was a constant throughout the trip. You will be pleased to know we did survive it all and are now pros at fearlessly crossing a four lane motorway. As I intend to write another post about this trip, I will keep it short and sweet for now but I have to tell you that I worked my way multiple times through all the pastries and cakes available for breakfast, had the most amazing seafood pasta by the harbour and managed to burn my chest and shoulders quite badly. Like proper tourist style. We didn’t actually see that much of Naples as we had a trip to Pompei as well as Capri, so another visit is very much on the cards.
We were already flying back on Friday morning and by the evening, I was back in work (yes I am mad but it’s double pay on bank holidays, so not entirely) and repeating the same on the Saturday because I like to keep a few days holiday back for later in the year. I was only having Sunday to myself now before the boys would come back, but I managed a cheeky dip into London, having a rather pleasant walk, just recharging my batteries a little more and enjoying the beautiful sunshine.
I have to say, this was a rather fantastic week, and yes I did miss my tribe, but I really enjoy getting this time to myself, especially when I really do something with it. I have a few more small trips lined up and I’m already looking forward to those.
After last week’s Italian adventure and a few mad day at work ( it was Easter after all), the week started with a return of the offspring and a well deserved day off.
Have you not just been on holiday I hear you say? Well it has not really been a holiday, it was more of an educational trip you know. Experience a new culture. Broaden my horizon. Plus as single mum of three, you very much deserve any day off you can get. Period.
As it’s still technically Easter, me and the lovely au pair decided to do a proper Easter feast and to make it more of an occasion, I invited my lovely Nelly along. She is more or less part of the family by now anyway. Everyone received their obligatory ginormous chocolate egg and we had a lovely late lunch together followed by chilling out on the sofas and watching a soppy movie. Well at least for me and the other girls in the house, of course the boys turned their noses up at the soppy thing and proceeded to slay something. Virtually only of course.
The next day was already back to school and normality and it already being Tuesday it turned out to be a rather short week. Helped by the fact that I might have possibly messed up the schedule with the boys dads so they had another weekend with them. Not the end of the world in my eyes these days.
I would love to say I have been incredibly productive this week but alas I have not been and the weekend was no better. I am distinctly lacking motivation these days. Might be my age, who knows.
This has not been a particularly good week. My sleep has been all over the place. I’m really tired, don’t get me wrong but my mind is constantly working on God knows what and I just can’t get a proper night’s sleep. I go through phases like this, it’s part of my depression and I really hate them. The Cowboy has been on my mind again recently – for no apparent reason – which makes me even more annoyed as this arse does not deserve me wasting a single thought on him. I do hope though he gets gout. And IBS.
I think what pisses me off is that I tend to connect places with people and bad memories can ruin a place for me for a long time. And there are a hell of as lot of places in London now that I don’t like too much anymore. I would love to have a memory extractor sometimes. So you can suck all those shitty little memories out of your head and just be left with the good ones.
But I’m getting sidetracked and as I said, the guy does not deserve any of my time. It’s been an uneventful week though. Nothing to report other than sleeping problems. Gone to work. Helped with boring homework (sorry children). Even more boring household chores. The cat headbutted the dishwasher. Don’t ask. He is a bit on the daft side.
No one told me that as an adult you actually get a lot of weeks like that. A bit on the ‘meh’ side. Boring. Not really fun. Just going to work, paying the bills doing the ironing kind of this. That’s not true actually, I don’t iron. I dodged that bullet. But don’t tell my mother.
Much love marvelous people. Candidly, TC.