Today has been a typical day for me, everything has been Topsy turvey. We managed haircuts, walked the dog with my friend and her dogs, Son had a friend round and we were visited by his parents when they collected.
But still my brain has been in a muddle. This isn't unusual i hear those that know me cry. To tell the truth, no its not but it is more that normal and has been getting worse. I don't know what has been making it worse, if i did i could sort it out.
It could be something to do with the fact that Christmas and New Year have come and gone so quick, with no real showing of it other than the left over packets of foods, and the mess on the children's floors. My house is also a lot tidier as the result of a gathering i had here.
But all joking aside it hasn't felt like much of a change to the year. The weather never really got to be 'winter' and too many people said they didn't feel festive. I even know people who for the first time ever didn't bother with decorations.
And now already the shops are moving us on.
Tonight's blog was going to be one of two things. Either about my aims for the next year (other than the extra blogging effort one) or about my days so far into this year. But as is my habit when i log on i check the blogs i follow and came across a good point raised by my good friend. Her point was that already the shops are moving on with stock and have Easter things on the shelves, in this case hot cross buns.
If anyone is interested in reading the particular blog this is her link http://stationery-pigeon.blogspot.co.uk/
I have to say i totally agree with her, the shops are changing the seasons far too early. I don't like seeing Easter foods when we are still in winter and just after New Year, the same as i don't like seeing Christmas things appearing as soon as the children are back at school in September. It is rushing the years in what i feel is an ever increasing speed anyway. I now totally understand when my mum said to me when you have children time goes by even quicker. It does, and when your second child comes along it goes faster still. Then the shops try to get us to look through the year faster.
I think this is why i end up in such a muddle. The time never feels like the right time, because we are forced to think ahead too soon. We can't avoid it, wherever we look its is forced on us by TV, shops, billboards and due to all of these things our children then force us to think too far ahead. My daughter started telling me what she would like to do for her birthday just before Christmas. Some may think this isn't bad, but when her birthday was only 4 months previous and she was asking a few weeks before my sons i think that its a bit extreme!
I guess in a roundabout way this lead me on to think about how i will tackle this year, and therefor into writing about another of my aims. To be more organised!! Lots of you will laugh, because i am not an organised person as a rule. I know where my children need to be when it comes to clubs and most appointments, but as for everything else organisation goes out the window. So i am slowly going to get all my papers sorted, i have bought a page to view set of inserts for my Filofax, i have started clearing out the junk on FB that i never use and will be clearing my laptop of the same in time too. I will get myself into less of a muddle and when someone asks me a date for something, or a time or even where something in my house is, i want to be able to give an answer instantly, and not the one that is 'i don't know' as i do now.
As i said- I'm in a muddle today. I started writing about one thing and ended on something different, but it fitted in rather nicely i think. Until tomorrow, enjoy.
C x
Friday, 4 January 2013
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Diaries
For years i tried to keep diaries, every New Year without fail i would start a new one, meticulously writing down my thoughts and happenings of that day, i would always fill it in just before bed each night.
Then typically something would happen, i would be later to bed, or too tired and i missed a few days. A few days would turn into a week and then a few weeks, before i knew it a month would go by and i hadn't managed to write anything. In each of the gaps i would desperately struggle to remember what i had done and thought with certain situations. But by March at the latest it would be hopeless and the whole thing fell by the wayside. The last time i really tried was when my son was born, i wanted to have a permanent record for him to read when i had passed of how i felt when he was growing up, things that had happened when he was still too young to remember. He arrived during a turbulent time and i wanted to use the diary as a way of explaining some things, almost as in a letter. This particular diary lasted the longest but if i recall correctly it died a death the same as all the others by the time he was 4 months old. Considering he was born just before Christmas i didn't manage to keep it for very long.
I hoped when i started this blog that this would be a way of capturing my thoughts and happenings on a more regular basis and sharing it with my readers and friends, but the same thing has happened and i have been remiss in sitting down and doing very much in recent months.
What got me thinking about diaries and keeping one was my Nana over Christmas. I stayed with my mum and Nana for a couple of nights and one night while going in to say good night she was on the bed writing her diary, this is something she has done every night for many year. Somewhere in her room are years of books filled in daily in her scribble, telling of her thoughts of our activities through the times. I did wonder what she has written. My Nana you see is a very supportive person, she'll give her advice if you ask for it, but never forces it on you. She is very blunt and upfront when she talks to you and i imagine this is the way she has written too. I find it hard to think that she has started in the 'Dear Diary' way that we often see in books or television.
It also prompted me into wondering if many people actually keep a traditional diary these days, or if they rely just on blogs or notes to record their life.
Without the traditional diary that was at one point a daily activity particularly for girls and women we would not really have as clear an idea of social history and daily life. They give us such an insight into activities, thoughts during a certain time, fears and worries and how people coped. I don't like to think that one day all of this will be lost.
I do however know, that my Nana's diaries will be kept as a record of her part in our lives and maybe one day i may bring myself to be able to read them without feeling that i am snooping into her privacy. The one part of her life that i would dearly love to know more about is when she was younger. She always tells the same stories and occasionally we get some other good snippets coming out, but without a specific day or event to ask about its difficult to get her to talk about herself as she's not much of a talker really.
So as one of my aims for the New Year, i will be logging here and talking away about more of the events in my life. At least in this way my children will have a record of events and thoughts. And in my small way i am keeping a record of life in the 21st century for those who come after me.
Scary thought there to end my evenings visit.
Happy New Year all
Then typically something would happen, i would be later to bed, or too tired and i missed a few days. A few days would turn into a week and then a few weeks, before i knew it a month would go by and i hadn't managed to write anything. In each of the gaps i would desperately struggle to remember what i had done and thought with certain situations. But by March at the latest it would be hopeless and the whole thing fell by the wayside. The last time i really tried was when my son was born, i wanted to have a permanent record for him to read when i had passed of how i felt when he was growing up, things that had happened when he was still too young to remember. He arrived during a turbulent time and i wanted to use the diary as a way of explaining some things, almost as in a letter. This particular diary lasted the longest but if i recall correctly it died a death the same as all the others by the time he was 4 months old. Considering he was born just before Christmas i didn't manage to keep it for very long.
I hoped when i started this blog that this would be a way of capturing my thoughts and happenings on a more regular basis and sharing it with my readers and friends, but the same thing has happened and i have been remiss in sitting down and doing very much in recent months.
What got me thinking about diaries and keeping one was my Nana over Christmas. I stayed with my mum and Nana for a couple of nights and one night while going in to say good night she was on the bed writing her diary, this is something she has done every night for many year. Somewhere in her room are years of books filled in daily in her scribble, telling of her thoughts of our activities through the times. I did wonder what she has written. My Nana you see is a very supportive person, she'll give her advice if you ask for it, but never forces it on you. She is very blunt and upfront when she talks to you and i imagine this is the way she has written too. I find it hard to think that she has started in the 'Dear Diary' way that we often see in books or television.
It also prompted me into wondering if many people actually keep a traditional diary these days, or if they rely just on blogs or notes to record their life.
Without the traditional diary that was at one point a daily activity particularly for girls and women we would not really have as clear an idea of social history and daily life. They give us such an insight into activities, thoughts during a certain time, fears and worries and how people coped. I don't like to think that one day all of this will be lost.
I do however know, that my Nana's diaries will be kept as a record of her part in our lives and maybe one day i may bring myself to be able to read them without feeling that i am snooping into her privacy. The one part of her life that i would dearly love to know more about is when she was younger. She always tells the same stories and occasionally we get some other good snippets coming out, but without a specific day or event to ask about its difficult to get her to talk about herself as she's not much of a talker really.
So as one of my aims for the New Year, i will be logging here and talking away about more of the events in my life. At least in this way my children will have a record of events and thoughts. And in my small way i am keeping a record of life in the 21st century for those who come after me.
Scary thought there to end my evenings visit.
Happy New Year all
Friday, 21 December 2012
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Although i haven't been blogging of late i haven't forgotten or stopped permanently.
Things have been tough in our house and very hectic.
I am determined to get back down to it regularly in the New Year.
In the meantime i thought i would leave you all with the Warmest Christmas Wishes, and hopes that the New Year brings in everything that you all wish for.
Sunday, 2 December 2012
Mums on strike latest no 3
Its been about a week since i went on strike due to the children arguing and refusing to co-operate with help around the house. The same night i talked the them about it and started the strike son backed down. See Mums on strike posts 1 and 2.
We set up a chart and i warned the children i would go back on strike and that almost happened again today. If it hadn't been for family friends coming for lunch and a short visit i would have been. The day started wonderfully, i had a cup of tea brought to me in bed and had a play with Yoda before getting up. Both children started to help me tidy the dining room and find the table so we could all sit and eat round it.
I started the lunch and asked them to wash up. That was it- world war 3 broke out yet again! Neither of them were prepared to do it. Yet again i took myself to the sofa, sat down, and refused to do anything. Youngest started moaning that she was the only one doing anything to tidy up, and son was moaning that he was always the one picked on to do the work.
While this is going on I'm reminding them of the agreement we all signed and refused to carry on with anything until they worked together to sort the washing up.
The whole sage continued until friends were due in an hour, I had to get on with the dinner or we would have nothing and they had a very long drive back to Cornwall. I don't know whether that changed things or they both came to their senses but they carried on tidying, and eventually some of the washing up got done by son, then i did some and then daughter finished it off.
They can never bring themselves to do the greasy dishes so i have that wonderful job tomorrow as i couldn't face it tonight.
We will be entering our 2nd week of the new rota and I'm hoping we will get into our stride and it will flow better so the arguments drop even more.
Until then its a case of carry on counting....
We set up a chart and i warned the children i would go back on strike and that almost happened again today. If it hadn't been for family friends coming for lunch and a short visit i would have been. The day started wonderfully, i had a cup of tea brought to me in bed and had a play with Yoda before getting up. Both children started to help me tidy the dining room and find the table so we could all sit and eat round it.
I started the lunch and asked them to wash up. That was it- world war 3 broke out yet again! Neither of them were prepared to do it. Yet again i took myself to the sofa, sat down, and refused to do anything. Youngest started moaning that she was the only one doing anything to tidy up, and son was moaning that he was always the one picked on to do the work.
While this is going on I'm reminding them of the agreement we all signed and refused to carry on with anything until they worked together to sort the washing up.
The whole sage continued until friends were due in an hour, I had to get on with the dinner or we would have nothing and they had a very long drive back to Cornwall. I don't know whether that changed things or they both came to their senses but they carried on tidying, and eventually some of the washing up got done by son, then i did some and then daughter finished it off.
They can never bring themselves to do the greasy dishes so i have that wonderful job tomorrow as i couldn't face it tonight.
We will be entering our 2nd week of the new rota and I'm hoping we will get into our stride and it will flow better so the arguments drop even more.
Until then its a case of carry on counting....
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