For some reason when I first started using Instagram, I decided to start following @yoga_girl. Some of her earlier posts were very heart wrenching and so honest that you couldn’t help but feel sorry for her and wish her good luck. She is now doing really well for herself and because of her honesty and openness or maybe because I’ve been following her for so long, that you do feel really happy for her. Her Instagram posts are still very open and honest but it’s also interesting to see where she is with her life – married, pregnant and in the process of building a yoga studio on the idyllic island of Aruba that they live on.Continue reading “Yoga Girl by Rachel Brathen”
At the beginning of the holidays I was wondering how I was going to cope with both girls for six whole weeks. However, its now almost over and I’m feeling a little sad about it and almost wish the holiday would start again. It’s not been perfect and I’ve had a little help (more than I would like to admit!) from the TV and Ipad and grandparents taking them but otherwise it’s been quite nice having the girls at home. We’ve not done as much school work as I had hoped and we’ve been quite busy trying to get things repaired and updated around the house. But I’ve loved having lie in and not rushing breakfast, and just spending nearly all day chilling. Continue reading “The last few days of the summer holidays”
My grandmother’s cooking is definitely the best
It’s tasty and flavoursome with out being too spicy.
My mother in laws cooking is good too but not quite the same
It’s very spicy and very heavy and cooked in lots of oil.
I wish I could cook like my grandmother
I learnt from my grandmother so it should be the same
But it comes out a bit different.
The spices are a little raw and not cooked at the right heat and the chapattis are flat
The unami is missing, that magic touch.
My aunts cooking is good and almost like my grandmother’s
With a modern twist which should be so good
But it’s still not quite the same.
A poem about my daughters.
Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed
Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm
Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go
Screen is still blank
I’ve been thinking about what theme to write about on this week’s blog. Maybe my kids as it’s summer holidays and I decided to keep the girls home for the week. Neither of them went to nursery, so all week I’ve been getting up without an alarm clock which has been so nice! But trying to work with them at home has been a bit of a nightmare. How much snacks do they need and how do they get crumbs everywhere?
Then I thought about writing about how stressful work is and how I wish I could drop one of the contracts so I would have more time to spend with the girls and chill out a bit but I do like the work. They’re both a bit different. I earn the same with both of them and I don’t know which one I would drop. I do hate working into the evening after the girls are asleep so I will need to work on that. Plus all the school holidays, what will I do with them when I’m still working? And how about homework?
Then just about an hour ago I thought, I’m thinking about this all wrong. I’m worried about work, worried about not spending enough time with the girls, not having enough time to do everything and relax. I’m wishing I had a different job where I can just do term time or just work half a year. The more I worry or think about the bad things that could happen, the more I might be drawing the bad things towards me. Also, I have reiki, so I can wish good luck on my work and prayer for things to work out.
From Yoga Girl by Rachel Brathen
I still have nothing to write about but I do want to keep writing so I’m having another go at doing a weekly blog on here. Unfortunately, I still don’t know how to get followers and get feed back. I understand that I need to comment on at least two blogs if I ask for feedback so I will try and do that but I generally do comment on the blogs I like and if I see something I like.
I’m really liking work at the moment. What I’m not liking, is the time its taking me to do things. In the morning, I feel I have lots of hours to get some work done but then before I know it, my morning has gone. Sometimes, I can blame social media but this morning it was definitely not that. Last week, I put a blog up on here which on Accountingweb got quite a few views and comments, but I’ve got hardly anything on here. I’m on here because I wanted a different audience but maybe I need to blog on a mum and baby website but even that I don’t know how to get readers.
Blogging is almost like a full time job but without getting paid, although there are ways to get income. To be fair, my blog on Accountingweb did get me my two sub contracts which I am really enjoying so I shouldn’t moan too much but somehow I still want time to write and work and do my yoga and look after the kids. I don’t ask for much!
This is a really waffly blog and I’m going to use it to test things.
As usual, here’s my quote for the weekend:
Note to self: None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself as an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be mad. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else. – Nanea Hoffman (Sweatpants and coffee)
When you become a parent, you find there is so much literature about parenting and none of them seem to agree. Plus there’s always new research going on and so articles are always coming out on how to be a good parent. Recently, a Harvard report stated that mums who went out to work had daughters who achieved better at work. So it’s a good thing to go out to work. But I work from home, so it’s that the same thing? I want to be closer to my daughters especially when you hear news of grooming, kidnapping etc I think if nothing else I want to be able to physically protect them as much as I can. The next article that came out was in the guardian about how women shouldn’t rush back to work and stay at home to look after the kids. In principle that sounds good but not everyone can afford to do this and even this makes me feel guilty. Although, I’m at home, in not always playing with them or looking after them because I’m working. Ever since I started reading about parenting, there’s apparently been this big debate about attachment parenting versus putting them in a routine. With my oldest daughter it was more routined with my youngest it became more of an attachment parenting more due to circumstances rather than anything else. They’re both different but I feel guilty about the way I treated them when they were both young. Every time they misbehave I wonder if I’ve done something to damage them which is why they are acting the way they are. Then I think back to my parents and grandparents and think that somehow we’ve all come through childhood, maybe slightly damaged but somehow we’re ok. I might not have everything or be able to do everything we want but generally things are pretty good. Just need to stop worrying so much.
“Our children are only ever lent to us. We never know just how long we will be able to keep them for. So kiss them, cuddle them, praise them and hold them tightly. But most of all… tell them you love them everyday. ” – Carly Marie