Let's get real for a moment here...

Aren't these pictures sweet?! My little boys having a little tea and biscuits snack after school. This was a one off. There aren’t enough hours in the week to bake everyday, to play perfect families. It’s just not realistic. Some days I don’t do anything! The worst thing is when I feel bad for being defeated. This is something that I have been steadily improving.

I had a lazyish morning this morning. Luke was happily getting ready for school and so I went and enjoyed a cup of tea. Came back to make sure he was ready to go and he was still in the bath which he had filled to the very brim with more bubbles than a Willy Wonka fizzy lifting drink! This is when I put my face in my palm and take a deep breath. Right….. quickly pull out the plug!

At this point there is only about 15 mins till we need to leave the house. Pull this bubbly hot mess out of the bath and tell him to get dressed as fast as he can. Run downstairs to the breakfast waiting at the table for him and pour the milk, at which point I shout “if you’re not quick your having soggy shredded wheat”. To be fair he was very quick, thank goodness. Breakfast done and there’s a mad dash to the door for shoes and coat and away we go. The school is about 2 miles up the road, and its pouring with rain. So, we are driving.

Drag this little poppet out the car, hand him a book bag and PE bag, his jacket was half on and he was holding some toast and a letter for the teacher. We ran up the hill to the school gates all the while luke’s giggling away about some game he plays on school days. We get to the gate, and I tell him to shove the toast in his mouth and get in class, as I hear the bell ring in the distance. With a huge full mouth of toast, I try to wipe the crumbs off his shirt, tell him “oh, it doesn’t matter about the crumbs, you only live once.”  Gave that little pickle a big toasty kiss and watched him waltz off to the class room.

Some days we are up and ready with time to spare, but some days we aren’t and you know what that’s life. That’s okay. I am happy with that. So long as we are happy and doing the best we can do then, hot mess days are fine.

Home sweet home

I spent this weekend away In London. A 3am start on Saturday and only arrived home last night at 10pm. I am so grateful to have such wonderful friends in my university law society. I am also incredibly grateful to my wonderful boyfriend for taking on full parental responsibilities so often that I get to attend events like this. But there is nothing like home sweet home, after you’ve stayed in a cheap and cheerful hotel in London!

We are so lucky to live in such a beautiful home. When we were house hunting a year ago, this was the first home that we looked at. Although, we went and saw other houses, all four of us picked this as our favourite. And we saw some pretty spectacular Welsh houses, including a five bedroom mansion on a hill! This house was just in the perfect location and has such an amazing character. With our modern extension on the north side of the house and the cosy south side, with the original exposed beams and massive fire place. James and I each have our own offices and the boys have their individual rooms (which are huge!).

I am still working on making our home homelier. We have a huge problem with clutter and it’s something that we must work on daily. Not to mention letting go of things that we don’t use! I love the way the house is looking at the moment. The days are becoming shorter, and I light candles all the time. It’s slowly moving into fall and the cosiness of the house is so welcoming. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to light a fire already. I have come to my senses though and decided it is still way too soon.

On a more personal note I have decided after four years of law school that I am going to go for the bar. I have lots of work to do still, but I always assumed I wasn’t good enough. I am on par for a first class law degree and I have just made it to the final of an internal mooting competition. I don’t give myself enough credit! Now all I need to figure out is how to get the £18,000 for the next stage in my studies!

Please stop growing!

My little chickens started back at school this week. There is a quiet in the house that I haven’t heard in a while. There is no giggling, un-ending snack requests, toys everywhere, muddy shoes by the back door where they have been in and out all day. It’s sad, but I know that they are glad to be back with their friends. They have both had fantastic first days in new classes.

Luke is moving up to key-stage two and entering year three. I think this will be good for him. He has autism and loud, unorganized mix class he was in last year was not great for him. I am looking forward to seeing him build on all the amazing skills he has learned already. I am seeing more of his little personality bloom each day, he is such a character.

Alexander, my eldest has moved up to Highschool. His little tie is so cute. He was so proud when he came down smartly dressed yester morning. He kept saying how he was so excited, but as I drove him to the bus stop he told me “mum, I’m just nervous now”. I told him that he would have a great day and that it was okay to be nervous. As we pulled up, I saw all his friends at the stop, I didn’t want to embarrass him, so I gave him a quick hug and off he went. I did sit for a bit while he began to mingle, at that point I knew he would be fine.

 I can’t quite believe that this day has come so soon. It seems like only yesterday that I was taking him to pre-school. He was always confident and actually cried when I picked him up instead of when I dropped him off. I am incredibly proud of how this little boy has become such a smart, confident and kind young man.

The days of nappies and breast feeding seem like a distant memory to me now. I think if things in my life didn’t go the way they did, I would have loved another baby. But as I look back on the last 12 years, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have grown and learned so much. Life as a teenage mum was friggin hard, but I am so, so proud of where we are now and how far we have come. I am so thankful to my family for helping raise Alexander and shaping his kind heart. You can plan your life exactly how you want it to be, but it will never take the road that you planned. Life isn’t a straight road, it’s a winding road with twists, turns and dead ends. But, you only know it’s a dead end when you’ve walked it, and you can give up or you can turn around and keep going. Always, remember to stop and enjoy the walk, because before you know it you’ve reached the end of your journey.