Do you ever feel like you need to get more organisation in your life but things feel so hectic you don’t know where to start? That’s how I’m feeling right now too.
But I’ve decided I need to make a start. I saw a Instagram post and a lady had started just by setting herself a room or 2 in the house per day along with a job you always plan to get round to but never quite get there. Keeping your paperwork in some kind of order for example.
I thought this was a good idea as most days of the week I find myself doing pretty much all of the same things and not getting round sorting through cupboards and boxes or reorganizing as much as I would like to. I find myself faffung and riding up after the kids when really they are all more than capable to do most of it themselves.
So, I am going to make a start. My plan is to make my way though the kitchen and the cupboard downstairs before the end of the weekend, throwing, donating or selling anything that has been left unused for a period of time. May also get to do a bit of shopping for storage solutions. Also will get the kids to do their bit.a bit of responsibility may do them good. I am hoping that once it’s done we will find the enthusiasm to keep on top of it all. Wish doesn’t always happen I must admit. 2 out of my 3 seem to suffer with this same problem.
I love my home I really do. I just don’t have the discipline to keep it looking it’s best all day long. Not that it’s messy or dirty, more lived in. I feel that if I had more routine that I would become better at having the best of both… or is that unrealistic? I am unsure.
I am totally open to suggestions, hints and tips… please help!
A couple of days ago my first born had her 10th birthday!
We went out for breakfast with most of the family, all her cousins were there and we took her bestie with us too. When we got home we started to set up for her little tea party. She went for a emoji theme and had a few friends over. They played make overs, card games and well there was a lot of selfie taking and giggling going on. Before we knew it her friends had gone home and we were blowing up balloons and singing happy birthday with a emoji cake with family all over again. Was a lovely day.
She had a lot of birthday money so we had a shopping day. Just the 2 of us. We went into lots of girlie shops and brought lots of bits and bobs. Was nice for me that even though we were buying make up, lush bathbombs, earrings and most of claires accessories, She really enjoyed going to build a bear and having so much choice of what to get. Was nice to see that she still enjoys being a little girl too.
Happy birthday baby girl. Kx
I think that your 20s are a strange time. Everything changes from early to mid to late. Your friendships, lifestyle, wants, needs and likes. I became a mom a few months before i turned 20 so i grew up faster than a lot of my friends. And my taste was more of what i thought others would like of find acceptable and was easily led by others opinions so i never really fell in love with our first homes. Which looking back is quite sad.
Now i am a few months from turning 30. We moved into this house 2 years ago and i really feel like i am finally finding my style and have more vision for my home. I have recently added a few bits to my girls room, my room and the kitchen have had a little make over too.
There is plenty more i want to do to, but i am enjoying looking for inspiration and coming up with ideas more than i ever have before! Kx
I have this friend, and in so many ways we are the same. Especially when it comes to over analizing our parenting skills. Our situations on paper are very different but its the closest we both have to being able to understand each others ways of thing, which makes alot of the problems that arise over time quite similar.
Its good to have people around you who remind you that you arent alone.
Today we both spoke of our determination to get this parenting malarky right. As we all do. I feel like sometimes i may be a little hard on myself and my idea of the standard of parenting i want to achieve isnt always achievable. I dont mean in the day to day love. Maybe a little more time could be set aside at times but mainly i find myself torn. I would love to be the stay at home earth mother type, which i have a percentage in me, possibly 60%. I also want to be a hardworking role model who can provide alots of wonderful experiences and have a very comfortable finacial life… never going to be me. Yes i work, part time. In a nursery. I am never going to earn a fortune. But i am trying really hard to do my upmost best. We may not be travelling the world in style but we do share experiences in a less glam way closer to home. And my kids seem very happy with what we can do.
I look at other people my age and how different our lives are. Right now i know one girl who is in NY doing photo shoots as a MUA preparing for fashion week. And another who is working on hair at london fashion week. Another who has built up her own beauty business so high shes just got a new salon and a beautiful 5 bed house and holidaying in duabi. I know i shouldbt compare. And im sure they are just as torn as me. Just in a different way. I dont have to leave my children for days to work and have nannys or clubs picking them up from school. Im there. I do wonder, i wonder if these mothers then make more of the time with their children and because moms like me are around more do we become complacent. Or do you loose that daily connection of what is going on in each others day to day lives.
I also wonder if as parents we will ever be happy amd guilt free?? No matter which way our life style is.
At the end of the day i want them to be happy, well rounded kids who knew i was always there. Even if i cant always be there for every workshop or assembly. But i am their biggest cheerleader.
I have to remember we cant have it all. We just have to enjoy what we do have and the experiences that come our way. As parents, we are all truly blessed.
So yesterday, 13th february marks a very important day for me. It was the day i gave birth to my 2nd daughter Hallie Mai. This year she turned 9 years old. Happened within a blink of an eye thats for sure.
It also marks the day of when i nearly died. Nearly leaving a 11month old and a newborn motherless. For years and years i have thought of these 2 things as one. Hallies birthday the day i almost died. And spent years reliving the fear and upset. And blaming myself and my body for something that was out of my control.
When Hallie was born i suffered with a retained placenta. It is thought that the placenta was covering scar tissue that was still healing from Lailas birth as i got pregnant so quickly. So the placenta torn pretty much in half. At staff change over. This information wasnt priperly passed over to new staff so i spent the next 4/5hours bleeding none stop. By the time my consultant came over i could no longer speak, i couldnt grasp a pen to sign my name on the forms for surgery they needed to do and i couldnt lift my body at all. In my head i was fine, i was using all my will and might to move and talk for what was needed.
I remember as i was about to go down to theatre, i was looking at myself. It was like a birdseye view. I really didnt expect to wake up again.
But, this year is the 2nd year that i havent got upset. Or felt the need to relive that day. Yesterday was Hallies birthday. A day to celebrate. And today i remembered that i hadnt remembered and i feel so happy that 9years on i am moving past such a tramatic experience. I am a very lucky mommy. Kx