Can a sneaky snooze count as a happy moment? If so, then that is mine today. The last time I slept through the night was approximately December 2002BC (before children). Since then my increasing brood and my decreasingly bladder control (the result of spending a full three years of my life with a child in utero) has, for the most part, prevented me from ever having a full 8 hours of uninterrupted kip. Add to this my tendency to lie awake at night making to do lists in my head and it seems unlikely that I’ll ever ‘sleep through’ again. So when Niamh nodded off in the car almost an hour before school pick up, I parked on the driveway, reclined the driver’s seat and snatched a little shut eye (#whatmusttheneighboursthink) I then managed to take the dog for his second walk of the day (with Niamh still snoozing in the pushchair), drag my disgruntled kids around Tesco, make a pasta feast for five (we had one extra for tea tonight) and go for a 45 minute run. So as it seems there’s a lot to be said (and achieved) for having a power nap, I may need to schedule another one tomorrow. Disclaimer – for obvious reasons I wasn’t able to take an asleep selfie but this one of Niamh gives you the general gist of how I must have looked (although I possibly had a bigger mouth gape!)
I’ve felt so tired today that I was very happy to let the local library entertain my gang after school with a free Harry-Potter themed craft making workshop. As it’s nigh on impossible to find an activity they ALL like to do these days, I’ve now realised that if I piled tissue paper, pipe cleaners and cotton wool balls onto the kitchen table each day, there would be a lot less arguing. That said, having watched what happens when Niamh is let loose with a glitter dispenser and some PVA, I don’t think I could cope with the mess.
Day 6: When Beano Met Snow. Our 6 month old puppy discovered snow for the first time today and couldn’t decide whether to lick it, kick it or wee on it, so he all three. I decided to take advantage of my rare kid free, work free morning and took him to the woods where there was a fresh dusting of snow on everything and hardly a soul in sight.
There we spent a peaceful hour making foot and paw print trails and taking photos of the wintry landscape (well, I took the pictures and Beano mostly photo bombed them). My stress levels soared momentarily when I realised that with the main pathway buried under an inch of snow, I was a little lost. Challenging my inner Bear Grylls, I fleetingly contemplated whether or not I could work out where I was using only the position of the sun and the wind direction. Then I remembered that I’m a crap survivalist and that there was a fence that ran parallel to the path back to the car park. Beano and I were saved! Mother Nature 1, Abbi nil.
In the chaos that typifies my daily routine, organising, tidying and cleaning are my coping strategies. And as we’ve spent the last couple of weeks reorganising and redecorating the boys’ bedrooms, my domestic domain has been even more muddled that usual. But with three boys at school, one toddler at nursery, one boyf at work and one dog asleep on the heated kitchen floor, I was able to indulge my Inner Clean Queen and tidy the boys’ bedrooms properly and perfectly for the sake of these panoramic shots. Panoramic shots rock!
I clocked just over 10k in my running shoes today, despite the snow and sleet. Cue some smug satisfaction! I’d like to say it felt good but it really didn’t. Note to self…must get warmer, trendier, more flattering running gear for the winter months. Wearing multiple layers that included my university sweatshirt, leg warmers and a bobble hat, I looked and felt ridiculous. And I reached new heights of embarrassment whilst running past a wedding reception in full swing at Forty Hall. My pre-planned route took me via the immaculately attired, dry haired guests twice. Cringe-central! But my run today means that I’ve reached my monthly distance target of 90k; a goal that’s particularly significant to me as I’ve been recovering from a knee injury since November and have had to taper my training. What’s more, my weekend run is now done and dusted leaving me free to glug wine and relax to the max tonight, content in the knowledge that I won’t need to pound the pavement tomorrow. Phew!
Day 2 of my happy days revival was a testing one with one child home sick from school, one toddler intent on emptying the kitchen cupboards and one dog determined to chew his way to freedom. Sub-zero temperatures, an ill-advised ‘quick trip’ to Toys R Us and a shortage of change for the parking ticket machine further compounded my bad mood. My silver lining….it’s Friday! The end of Dave’s working week which means an extra pair of hands at home, adult conversation on tap and a Saturday morning lie-in. TGIF!
I jumped with enthusiastic glee on to the #100happydays bandwagon last year. So many of my friends were doing it and as I’m never one who likes to miss a social media craze, I used Instagram and Facebook exhaustively to promote my daily happy moment. But after the 100th day came and went, I looked back through the photos and realised that aside from the narcissistic pleasure I had derived from sharing the edited highlights of my life online, I had actually changed from being a guarded pessimist who would lie in bed at night stewing over the challenges and stresses of my day to becoming more of a jolly optimist intent on enjoying the simple pleasures and funny moments of my life. So therein lies my objective as I begin my second Happy Days project. And this time, unlike last, I plan to blog my happy thoughts instead of cluttering up my friends’ newsfeeds. So you should only be reading this if you actually want to!
Day 1 #100happydays
Being mum to a little princess after years of building brio and feigning an interest in the superhero hierarchy means that I’m simply loving fancy dress with frills and flowers. We do believe in fairies!