The bare necessities xxx

It’s been a while, I should write something, but what?

You see the thing is, writing to me is therapy, but I only seem to be able to do it when my happy tanks are full.

It’s not that I’ve been unhappy, but life is just sometimes a bit much, you know what I mean? Like you’re on a treadmill, whilst spinning plates and donating an organ, of bodily function, not to lead a choir.

I say things my parents used to like “I can’t hear myself think” and such other stuff.

But the sun is returning which always helps, hands up who is solar powered?

I sit and list all things I’m grateful for and most of the time this works, but sometimes my inner demon says “shut up you loony hippy, this isn’t an animated Disney movie!”

Sometimes you work so hard to suppress feelings that I think one might accidentally squish the good ones too.

Yesterday I’d just finished work, got in the car and the first song that played was Coldplay “A Sky Full of Stars” and I was transported to Fuerteventura February 2023 and little Ollie bravely standing on a stage singing it to a crowded bar. Well that filled my tummy with the happy tingles so I put the pedal to the metal and raced home for a cuddle.

I’ve started taking St John’s Wort again, natures Prozac. It gives you the happy juice from the sun which can make your skin more light sensitive, for me it’s a weathered tan. Apparently pigs love the stuff (seriously, Google it) but it makes them get sunburn and then my mind wanders to, does that smell like bacon and look like pork scratching? Sorry Vegans x

I’ve been keeping up with my cycling to get the endorphins going (on a static bike, I can’t be trusted on a real one, you ask my scrummy and my Goddaughter!) but sometimes (now this will make me sound old) my arthritic knees are so bad I actually have to lift my legs on with my arms, but by the end of it they’re going again especially if I’ve played some banging tunes.

Music helps. Sometimes I get Alexa to pop on some happy music (if she’s feeling agreeable)and have an impromptu boogie in the conservatory, the twins often join in which is lush buckets.

We had sports day Friday. It’s the one day I can use my shopping trolley without getting teased, apart from day trips to the beach, especially in Cornwall.

The temptation to bring a hip flask filled with something naughty was great, but I was behaved, unfortunately.

My Westie Bestie came over for a coffee first, I sometimes feel I should pay her as it seems more like a counselling session for me.

We made our way over to the field and I was sure to wear something that covered my cleavage having been told off the previous day by Harry my 7 year old who asked very loudly in the swimming pool changing room in front of many many parents and guardians “are you even wearing a bra Mum?!” He also told me off for beeping at a male colleague because he was male! Oh and talking with a friend too much through BJJ (Brazilian Jiu Jitsu) as I was there to watch him and Ollie and not gossip and giggle. I’m not sure how Brazilian Jiu Jitsu differs from other Jiu Jitsu, one of the topics we were chatting about and linking to shaving styles, hence the chortles.

Had to scroll up to see what I was chatting about, yes, sports day.

Allow me to have a little moan please. Tough, I’m going to anyway.

All competition has been taken out of it. I think it’s good to encourage children to have a little fire in their belly and to experience the heartache of loosing at a low level early on. Surely that’s an important life skill? But that’s only my opinion and I’m entitled to it.

The boys (predictive text changed bits to bits and I was half tempted to leave as it) did well and Harry was particularly entertaining to watch, he’s so dramatic and lanky. At one point he was walking like a crab, why? No one knows but again he reminded me of Gollum in search of his precious.

Myself and my mum crew all quickly faced the other way when the Mum race came about. There was a line of Lycra clad women all looking ready for yoga whilst we were merrily chomping on ice creams from Mr Whippy (what do you expect if we’re not allowed to drink?)

It was a fun day and it was lovely to look at my children with their friends and see how happy and loved they are.

Life is good x so is taking some time to breathe and reset. We are constantly told to turn our IT on and off if it malfunctions, ergo the same can I apply to us.

Today for us is Father’s Day as all four children are together. We have planned a lovely day of fun and the weather is even playing ball.

Stop, relax, unwind, breathe, sleep and then it is easier to appreciate the good stuff.

Love and hugs, kisses and wishes xxx