Project 365 – Week 1

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I’ve come to this a bit late, but I think it’s a good way to stick my goal of being more consistent with my blogging. There’s been a lot of ‘Project 365’ coming up on my Twitter and Instagram feeds and I really enjoy seeing them, and I think this is the best way for me to keep you all updated too. So, instead of doing a daily blog post – I think I’m going to sum up weekly instead! The first full week seems like a better way to start, that way I won’t get confused, because I don’t think my baby brain can handle any more. It can be my Sunday evening reflection if you like..

Firstly, HAPPY (very belated) NEW YEAR! Did we all stay up until midnight and see lots of fireworks…? Sounds like a resounding ‘no’ to me. This year we did because we had guests and cooked, but last year we were in bed at 10pm and missed all of the fun! It seems as you get older, these things become completely overrated, and while everyone else is going to feel rubbish after a night out on the tiles, you’re fresh as a daisy on New Year’s Day and get to enjoy your roast dinner!

So.. what happened for us this week? Toby’s picked up a few new things over night.

  • He’s worked out how to play his harmonica, rather than just putting it in his mouth and make a noise himself. It’s actually not that annoying.. yet.
  • The teddies are finally feeling the love. They get a cuddle and a stroke before getting launched across the room.
  • He’s working out, pretty quickly, that he can go down stairs unaided and has been practicing lots at Nanny and Pops house. Of course he is supervised at all times!
  • My nursing chair is his new throne when we’re upstairs, and he loves that he can make it rock!
  • Someone(!) thought it funny to teach Toby to blow raspberries on my tummy too.

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In other news, we’ve finally got a date set for our kitchen to be ripped out from ceiling to floor! Work was due to start tomorrow, but as we’ve had to get some paperwork sorted, it’s been delayed. Roll on 19th January!

Secondly, we had a huge Spring clean of our clothes and shoes. I’ve been trying to sell lots of the more decent things, but we’ve also binned a lot too. I genuinely feel like there aren’t enough weeks in this pregnancy for us to complete everything I want doing before he makes his appearance. I’m very conscious that I need to make a list for a list for a list!

My plan this week is to make a list of things to get done while we’re moved out for 2 weeks while the kitchen is being done!
I’ll probably be having a breakdown by next Sunday, so best to keep checking on me!

J x


My blogging break

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Not literally. Just from blogging; a nice 6 months.

I don’t really have a reason other than I suppose I felt like I didn’t have much to write about anymore. It was really beginning to stress me out and that’s not what I wanted. I didn’t want to write content just for the sake of it and not really have any sort of passion behind it.

I was aware I would probably lose my, rather intimate, audience. Yes, I could’ve asked people to do guest posts for a month, maybe two, but then my┬áblog may have been taken over by them and lost its way. And it turned into 6 months anyway. However, that’s not to say guest posts aren’t great. They’re a brilliant way to get other peoples’ perspectives, build a community and give yourself a bit of R&R.

I guess I’ve had a good chance to gather my thoughts and reflect on where I want my blog to go, and what I would like to get out of it too. Though I wasn’t blogging for that long before I took my unscheduled break, I really felt like I needed to catch my breath and gather some inspiration.

Lots has happened in 6 months. We had our first family holiday to Morocco, more hospital appointments and disappointments and I’m pregnant again! Of course we’ve had some lovely days out too.

I’ll try not to drop off the face of the Earth again so soon and so suddenly. Now.. what shall I post about first?

Have you ever taken a break from blogging, intentional or not?


I’ve returned to work!

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Nine months of maternity leave bliss has ended and it was my first week back at work. I can’t even begin to tell you just how sad I am; it means my little boy is growing up – way too fast!

Everyone tells you to enjoy them while they’re so little and to cherish every second you get with them while they’re still babies, but people will never be able to tell you enough until you’ve been through it yourself and realise just how quick time goes.

Friday was the killer for me, only because Toby wasn’t awake before I left and I didn’t get to give him a full on cuddle or kiss. All I could do was give him a quiet wave goodbye at his bedroom door while he was still asleep. I was literally wishing all the time away so I could get home.

However, there are certain things I do enjoy about being back at work. The first obviously being that I will no longer be on maternity pay (hip hip hooray!) so it means more pennies in the bank, which will help with the wedding savings, and first birthday presents for T (oh my god, will he really be 1 already?).

Secondly, who misses adult conversation? Someone who doesn’t just say ‘da da da’ back at you, and people who don’t want to talk about bottles and bum changes. It’s nice to have a bit of normality back and remember you had a life before you had your baby.

Thirdly, a bit of structure never hurt anybody. I enjoy knowing what I’m going to be doing for the time I’m at work. I’ll be doing ABC between X hours and DEF between Y hours – simple yet effective. It further encourages me to make the most out of the time I’m not at work, and plan things to do with Toby when I’m at home.

You don’t have to think about anything else except yourself and your workload. Being back at work isn’t all doom and gloom. Yes, you do have to be more organised about when you’re going to do that load of washing, and who’s going to be cooking that night. But, and this is a HUGE but, you really learn to appreciate the time you have at home with your children. You forget what it’s like to be away from them for extended periods of time, and I know when I’m not around my son I literally feel like I’ve lost a limb.

But we must all remember the best, and most rewarding, job you could ever do is be a mummy!

How did you feel when you went back to work?