Mothers Day Bliss!

Mothers Day Bliss!

Mothers Day… what do you do?  Do you hope in wait that Hubby reads your mind and delivers for you a beautiful bottle of Red coupled with the appropriate matching number of roses from Marks & Spencer Mother’s Day Flowers, one for each year of bliss as a Mummy.  Do you dream, days before the event, of all the romantic things you’ve seen Hollywood men produce for their beauties and hope senselessly that you will get to act out one of those scenes?

I do!  And it’s my own fault I end up wailing in the shower on Mothers Day evening, pitying the lack of Hollywood in my life.

Year after year, I subtly try and squeeze every little hint my wobbly brain can manage onto my husband about wonderful, romantic Mothers Day surprises.  And year after year I disappoint myself.

This year, I have learnt a lot about expectation, especially the ol’ ‘Read my mind’ one.  It was Hubby that taught me that if I want something, then jolly-well ask for it! Then I have a great chance of getting it.  Just because he doesn’t deliver what Tom Cruise did in Top Gun, or pick me up at work and whisk me off for sexy rituals back at home like Officer and A Gentleman doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me, or that he doesn’t think about me and Mothers Day.

“What is the point in hoping and then being disappointed?” he quite frankly put it.  And he is so darn right! Damn it!!!

This year Mothers Day will be what ever it turns out to be.  I have not thought about it, I have not imagined it.  I don’t in all honesty, (hand on heart tell the truth) know what day it is, however…whatever happens this year, it will be magical.  It will be Walt Disney and Gone With The Wind rolled into one: Fairytale Dreams Come True mixed with Romance.

This year, the whole day will be a surprise thanks to my new found rule and daily chant of “Thou shalt ask if I want and will not expect” and will therefore be incredible!

In the warmth of my little girls hands my true Mothers Day exists.  In her eyes I see bouquets of Roses, dozens of them. In her smile, I am there.  I don’t need any gift of wine, roses or romance… it all exists in her and Mothers Day just reminds me of that.

I hope you enjoy yours!

xxx

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Christmas: the traditions, the habits and the toys

Christmas: the traditions, the habits and the toys

Ohhhhhh, I LOVE Christmas! What could represent being a child more so than Christmas?

Out and about over the weekend we noticed a lot of the shops have their Christmas ‘stuff” in store now.  Now that the weather is so chilly and damp, and the thought of sunshine and my tan seems moons away from here, I am totally wrapping myself up in Christmas.  Although, I do every year.

Traditions from my Mum have become my passion and not more so than Christmas traditions.  My tree goes up on the 1st December, just like my Mum used to and the rest of the house slowly follows.  My newest tradition however is my fairy lights, inspired by Nigella Lawson and her endearing use of lights in her kitchen.  It makes you feel like your cooking in a wonderland every time you get the saucepans out.  I love the kitchsness of Christmas, I love the traditions of Christmas and I just can’t get enough of the looks on Pickles face with all the colours that surround us for those 4 to 6 weeks.

But this year, I have a problem!

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I’m a true blue blogger!

I’m a true blue blogger!

I can’t believe I have now blogged for a year!  Although it got off on a slow start, amongst mothering, working, and all those milestones we have climbed over the last 12 months, we got there!  I so want more readers, more parents to come to my ‘well oiled hub’ of a blog and enjoy as much reading as I do with theirs.

So who am I?

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