Today is a day of celebrations and thanks for so many. For me, I got to watch my husband being doted on by my little one. He’s not only his daddy but his best friend. It makes my heart burst watching them together.
I am so thankful to my dad. He has taught me many things, not always in his words but in his actions. He is one of the hardest working people I know. He is kind, calm and clever. He adores his wife and I am thankful to her for making his heart and his life full. She helped make us a family. My dad is everything I could have ever hoped for in a father and now I am watching him be that perfect grandfather to my children too.
But it was the thought of grandfather’s that got me thinking, my grandfather passed away many years ago…
There’s two sides to every story and that’s certainly the case today. I could post and say I’m such a lucky Mama who has had loads of cuddles, some pretty flowers, cards and gifts from my OH and my special little guy (all of which is very true).💗💗💗
Or I could say we’ve got a poorly snuggly little guy, had a night with lack of sleep, and a daddy who believes fresh air is the best treatment for all illnesses so dragged us to the allotment 🙈.
Being a Mama is a 24/7 job, 365 days of the year, and I wouldn’t change it for the world (although I might skulk off for a long hot bubble bath and bit of Bridgerton later tonight whilst the boys watch Blaze 😁).
So, big happy mothers day to all the mama’s out there, even if your day didn’t entirely go to plan. ❤❤❤
― Leo Tolstoy. “Spring is the time of plans and projects.”
I love this quote and enjoy having a bit of a spring clean. In fact, I read somewhere that spring cleaning is actually good for your mental health and it releases endorphins. My WOTY this year was plan and it’s fully something I want to embrace, this prompt felt like a good opportunity to review these plans.
So my plans were:
Mostly on track (I have been following a monthly plan)
Some variations but still an increase, so I don’t want to beat myself up about it too much.
Mostly on track, with everything going up in value we probably need to readjust a little.
Blog Post Plan
Mostly on track with the introduction of Tile Tales on Monday, followed by Book Reviews on Tuesday, WQW participation and #Writephoto Thursdays.
Research for the new novel
Time limitations have caused some issues with this but it’s still in the pipeline.
My Goodreads book reviews
Mostly on track.
More Writing (ideally finish first draft of one novel and start first draft of the second).
Time limitations have caused some issues with this but I hope to be back on track asap.
I also planned to revive my travel ambitions this year (if time and covid allowed), and luckily that has proven to be the case (although I am sticking with the UK for the moment). We took a brilliant trip to London earlier in March. I was hoping to visit the tower but we decided with our little guy it would be too much so we’ve saved that for another time.
We have a wonderful trip to Skye booked for later in the year. Two very different holidays.
I haven’t totally achieved all my targets but I think I have made good progress and I’m happy with that.
Have you set yourself any plans for this year? If so, I’d love to hear them.
Swept by the torments of life She is walking down, crawling Wild theories and thought ran rife A lot of things she kept asking Ignoring the sun this morning Heart as heavy as a cement Her mind and soul are aching Rusty from gloom and abandonment Sharp pang of regret seared her Note to herself – prompt so poignant When she was happy, that was a blur She needs to believe the prophets That there is still hope coming Or else she stays in a rut That tenderness still exists That she has to fight and persist Got to hear her inner voice Otherwise she’s got no choice Descending into abyss The point of no return
Alfred scratched tye edges of his haggy beard, the knotted hairs entangling within his rubbery hands.
‘What! What did you say? Not again! You’ve gone mad or what?’
His brother, Lijo, a third cousin yet close enough to be bosom drinking buddies, looked defiant. “Yes Al, look at this…these hell holes…I…I just can’t imagine myself going down them.”
As Al stared on, his swarthy face lathered in sheer incredulity, Lijo affirmed, his voice picking a more emphatic tone, “Yes, it’s final. I can’t means I can’t. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT”.
The last two words were a slap on Alfred’s face. His brother, his own blood, younger by a mere two years, and an active participant and a very vital cog in the wheel, had now turned infidel, was instransigent, overtly refusing to follow his diktat, refusing to participate in any…