Thank you for inviting us to attend your wedding yesterday. I’d like to tell you that it was a beautiful day and made me feel emotional, but to be honest, I can’t really remember much of it and I’m really sorry about that.
Not because I drank too much or because it passed in a whirlwind because frankly, I didn’t and it didn’t.
What was a magical day for you, was in fact our first wedding with a fully-fledged toddler. We’d attended two weddings before with our daughter when she was 10 weeks old and 6 months old but neither experience prepared us much for your wedding.
I wrongly assumed that it would be an easier affair as she got bigger, but no.
This week, I’ve taken part in #Vlogstars, a vlogging linky where vloggers share their videos on a similar theme. This one is run by Abi over at You Baby Me Mummy and Amy over at Mr and Mrs T Plus Three.
Watch as I humiliate myself by not knowing certain terms as well as sharing an embarrassing story of the last time I nearly cried.
While sorting out my kitchen cupboards the other day, I realised that I have become a toddler cup-aholic.
13 cups all for my daughter. I’m not even sure that we have that many mugs between two of us, let alone 13 cups for one tiny person.
I used to think that a toddler’s cup is just a cup. But alas, with many parenting issues, I now know better. I had visions of buying them purely for cosmetic reasons or preference rather than becoming far too familiar with the specifications and pitfalls of a cup.
You see, what works for one toddler, will not work for another when it comes to cups.
As we’ve recently moved house, we’re still in that ‘make the most of every moment to sort stuff out’ stage.
I stare out at that gorgeous blue sky and wish I could go out and enjoy it properly, but sadly we have things to do – furniture to buy, pictures to fit etc… the list is practically endless. It reminds me of revising for exams as a teenager, staring out and wishing that an epiphany of willpower would happen.
Of course, it’s all for the greater good. The sooner we can start to properly relax into the house and the sooner we can go out on these lovely trips to fun places.
So, here are my 5 top tips I’ve learnt so far for getting stuff done when you’ve just moved house…
I’d like to be able to say that I’m the sort of person that can go cold-turkey without a mobile phone. That I can drop social media at a drop of a hat and return to my beautiful life to increase my productivity.
I had a nightmare move to my new home. Pretty much the worst thing that can happen on a move happened to me with being technically homeless for hours. It was only at 5.15 that the keys to our new house were finally released – at which point we’d already waited hours, become traumatised by the prospect and tried to create an action plan.
On Thursday we finally heard the news. We’re moving.
We’ve known for some time that we’re going to move, having put our house up for sale (one of my aims for 2016), sold it and found a new house to call a home. But what we hadn’t known for ages is the when.
There’s a moment in every woman’s life where she realises that she’s turning into her mother.
Mine happened when I became a mum. I’m sure the baton was passed to me during childbirth while I was pumped up to the clouds on opiates. It may explain why I swore to the midwife when she refused me an epidural for the umpteenth time because it was “too late”.