Feeling Daft

On Monday I blogged about scaring myself silly. I'd been researching illnesses online and managed to convince myself that the worst was going to happen. Well I'm pleased to report that it didn't and now I'm feeling a little bit daft.

I've done it before and I think that's what makes me feel so stupid. I had been fretting all weekend about something that was really unlikely and funnily enough it turned out that all that fretting had been for nothing. That'll teach me to search the internet for information!

Scaring Myself Silly

I have often heard that researching health issues on the internet is a bad idea. Most often the people who say it are doctors or health professionals. I can understand why they say it because without proper diagnosis you can convince yourself that you have some terrible affliction. However, on the flip side if you're sensible, it can help you understand something you've been diagnosed with or help you find out about a particular word your doctor said.

Having been to the doctors recently I can totally understand both sides of this. While I was in the office the doctor said a word that I didn't understand and when at home I decided to do some reading on the internet. Although it helped me find what the doctor had said and understand what it meant I still managed to scare myself.

London Suggestions?

The kids have now broken up from school and me and the hubby have been spending a few days trying to come up with a few ideas for things to do. One of the plans is to spend a few days in London, stay in a hotel and find out what we could do while there. The hubby told me to search google to find some different things; we've been to London before and been to the Sea Life Centre and gone on the London eye. We've also done the National History Museum and a few galleries.

Given that London is such a big place I'm sure there's plenty of things to do that we've never heard of or never thought of and instead of typing in 'Things to do in London' on Google I thought I would ask you fine people for your suggestions, especially those of you who live there. Walking, active things, easy and relaxing things, whatever you can think of is welcome.

Trying to entertain my boys is going to be difficult and the trip to London will be a welcome distraction from the boredom.

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Tips on Blogging and Social Media

Okay I'll admit it, when it comes to blogging and social media I'm a bit of a dunce. I don't blog on a schedule, I don't tweet everything I think and I'm not a good photographer. All of these things are meant to be high on the list of things you should do to increase traffic to your blog, so I have read. But what if you can't blog on a schedule? After all being a stay-at-home mum doesn't exactly work with a rigid schedule. What if you don't want to share every waking moment of your life with the entire internet community? And what if, no matter how hard you try you just can't get super-fantastic photos like everyone else?

I wish I had the answer to these questions. I don't so if you've come here expecting a list of tips you've come to the wrong place.

When it comes to site traffic my numbers are not great and I have no idea why. It may have something to do with the fact that I don't really know what I'm doing! Or it may just be a consequence of not blogging on a schedule. Or both. Either way it's not something that I can solve very easily. Learning about Social Media is do-able and possibly even getting better at taking photos but keeping the momentum is the hardest part.

Where's My Willpower?

Just lately I've been piling pounds on. Well maybe not piling them on, they're more like creeping critters that sneak onto my body at night to scare the hell out of me in the morning when I step onto the scales!

This is a consequence of my recent lack of willpower. I have consumed pizza, cake (loads of it), alcohol, chocolate... the list is fairly long. I have continued with my walking and running in a morning and I think this is part of the reason the weight hasn't piled on. But I can still feel it, the tightness of jeans, the stretch of clothes as my body begins to change.

Losing a lot of weight made me realise that it is possible to be slim and all I need to do is stick to a healthier diet. Even if I'm hungry I don't need to instantly trek to the fridge and grab the first largest piece of chocolate I can find. I just need to cling to that willpower and those pesky pounds will disappear, slowly.

Summer Suggestions?

Last year me and mine spent the whole summer holidays in Orlando, Florida. It was fun-filled, sunny daily and we ate scrumptious food constantly. It was such a fantastic holiday that I'm a little worried about the school holidays this year. We don't have any plans so far and it's looking fairly likely that the hubby is going to have to go away on business.

I feel like the summer holidays have crept up on me this year, it only seems two minutes ago that it was Christmas. Normally when the holidays creep up on me we don't do anything interesting and the weeks fly by before I know it. In Florida there was so much to do that no planning was required, we just stepped out of the hotel room and ventured off to find fun. Easy. This year, being stuck at home means I have to work out what we're going to do. I have to organise trips out, weekends away (if at all possible) and play dates with friends. The only problem with that is I have no idea what to do with them!


Having returned to smaller portion sizes and less chocolate I'm battling the monsters in my tummy. You know the ones, they growl at you constantly and tell you you should eat something. In order to lose weight you have to take in less food, which results in you feeling hungry.

That's been me this week, I'll have a small bowl of cereal in the morning and nothing until lunch time when I'll have a small portion of pasta or something. In between those two meals, at around 10:30am, those tummy monsters start talking and they don't quite until I've had lunch. It's been like that all week, they start again a couple of hours after having lunch too.

I'm sure that my friends think I must be starving myself with the sounds that emanate from my middle but I'm really not. It's a process your body needs to go through to get used the smaller portions and eventually those sounds will die off. I know this and thankfully I can cope with it, especially having lost 4.5lbs in 4 days!

How do you battle the tummy monsters? Ignore or feed?

The Reading Residence

Changing Friends

Over the past year one of my friends has been having a really hard time. Her marriage has broken down and she is now in the process of going through a divorce. She had spent a long time being unhappy in the family home and after trying to talk to her husband about it decided it was time to leave.

Although it was her choice to leave the family home do not think that she was happy to do so. At the time she left I believe that she thought there was the possibility of reconciliation and she clung to that for a while. Every day I saw her she looked tired, upset and hurt. She would have good days, those being the days she didn't cry every waking moment and she would have bad days. On her bad days my heart broke for her and we spoke about how much she was hurting. The instant I saw her in a morning I knew what kind of day she was having simply by how she walked into the playground.

For a long time she was upset and couldn't actually bring herself to file the divorce papers, she just wasn't ready. She had lots of 'advice' from people telling her to just get on with it, "What are you waiting for?" one person said. I think I can understand why she didn't want to do it and I told her that she should wait until she was ready. It didn't matter what anyone else thought.

My Endless Love of Writing

If you've read any of my posts this week you'll know that my eldest boy, BP (who's 9), has been away on a school trip. He gets back at 7pm and I can't wait to hear him tell us about all the things he's seen and done. I'm sure he will talk our ears off when he gets home.

Having BP away has been hard in many ways but the most surprising was my energy levels. I've been so tired this week because of having to occupy LP the whole time and I feel a long weekend of sleeping is well overdue. But the other thing I've missed out on this week is my writing time. I haven't written one word for the book and I'm definitely missing it.

Friday afternoon I stopped, mid-sentence, because BP was ill. I spent the weekend getting him ready for his trip and this week I've spent all my time with LP. Last night I was thinking about getting back to the book but the dreaded self-doubt hit.

What if I can't remember what I was going to write? 

What if it's rubbish? 

Why am I even bothering, I can't write well anyway.

And the rest.

A Tiring Week

This week has been a tough one, namely because BP has been away and doesn't get back until tomorrow evening. It has been so strange not having him around the house being grumpy and stomping around when he can't get his own way.

The funny thing is that I never realised what BP does for me without really noticing, until this week. It is Thursday morning and it's a beautiful day but all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep. I am truly worn out. Keeping LP busy before and after school every day has been a tough job and I'm about ready to drop. Luckily this afternoon I have a little break while he plays with friends and I have a coffee with the other mums.

Letting Them Go

How do you let them go?
When I was a kid, about ten years old I think, all I thought about was going out on my own. Getting that independence was so important to me and I couldn't wait to see the world by myself. By the world I meant my local area but, you know, start small and all that. Not once did I consider how my parents coped with me being on my own, I didn't ask how they felt about it and, if I'm honest, I didn't care.

Back then there were no mobile phones, no tracking devices. When you were out no one was able to contact you until you returned home. If you got in trouble you had to deal with it, on your own. It was scary but exhilarating. Being allowed out on your own gave you a chance to learn in a way that you hadn't done so far. 

The Monster in the Mudball Book Review

The Monster in the Mudball by S.P. Gates

A while ago we were sent The Monster in the Mudball for the purpose of review. Given that I have to convince BP to read most nights it has taken him a while to get to this book. After he'd finished it it took me a few weeks to get round to discussing it with him. We finally discussed it over the weekend and he let me know what he thought.

"It was awesome" he said.

Monster in the Mudball blurb
The blurb
Trying to get specifics out of my nine year old is near to impossible but what I found was that he could recall certain parts of the story really well. He could almost recite the words and described what happened in a particular section of the book, even weeks after reading it.