Month: March 2017

Happy Birthday Littlest Little One!

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A year ago just now, my waters went.  (Just after 1 am, 31st March 2016). 30 minutes of indecision… and then the contractions started.  This time around though they felt like I’d been told contractions should have felt.  And pressure on my lower back this time felt amazing. Yet again though, there was no gentle induction into the birthing process.  No 30 minute gaps between contractions to get used to the idea.  No, this was hard, and fast. Every 2-3 minutes right from the get-go.  “I’m calling the midwives, this kids’ coming faster than a freight train”, were the words Continue Reading →

And the Blossom Fell…

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All day the cherry blossom has been slowly falling.   Falling and calling to me. Calling me back to 2 years ago when I stood in the back garden, in the shade of the bamboo and under a gentle shower of cherry blossom petals, and said Goodbye to Little Spark. This is not a sad post – so please do not be sad. I was called into the garden, pulled there.  All day I was thwarted in this mission… The eldest little one needed this that or the other, lunch needed preparing, daily house stuff to take care of, teatime, Continue Reading →

Adulting win!

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Now I know the title of this post could be misread, but give me a moment to explain. For the past month I have been struggling.  Being poorly, having to decamp to my Parents house with the children, moving back home, and I’ve been stuck.  Can’t seem to get going in any direction, it’s all I have been able to do to get the kids dressed (most of the time), fed and watered, “outsided” (it’s now a verb…) and then into bed.  And then, I usually sit shellshocked and dazed on the sofa, fighting the urge to close my eyes Continue Reading →

Life – KM’d

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I’ve had a bit of trouble writing the vision for my life, as is the instruction in the Marie Kondo The Magic Art of tidying up. But about two weeks ago I became a bit poorly.  Bronchitis and tonsillitis.  Poorly enough that I ended up having to move into Mum and Dad’s with the entourage.  I’m really grateful actually.  Firstly that dear parents were able to look after us and also that I’ve had a haitus from being ‘in the mire’ at home.  I’ve had chance to think and view life from 5 minutes away. I want a life that Continue Reading →