Archive for the ‘Life in general’ Category
I was diagnosed with this when I was 19, but thankfully 99% of the time I am able to lead a normal life and don’t have to think about it. But for a while, it really wasn’t funny. The Laughing Housewife states the case beautifully, and I consider myself one of the lucky ones, thanks to a great doctor and a supportive family. If you want to find out more, read on.
Party planning
Posted 25/04/2011
on:In a few days’ time we’ll be having a big birthday celebration. And when I say big birthday, let’s just say it’s got a zero at the end of it. We’ve been planning a mini-banquet – we are in France after all – and the children have been hard at work making decorations.
My mum is currently laid up with the cold smallest one and I gave her. If I thought smallest one had it bad, Mum takes the biscuit. It’s so bad she can’t lie down without coughing.
I have turned into the matron from hell. You know, the sort that won’t let you lift a finger even to blow your nose.
Why? I hear you ask.
Well, the reasons are twofold. Firstly there’s the guilt factor. I did, after all, give her the dreaded virus.
But mainly it’s the big do we’re having on Sunday. If she’s not healthy all that planning I did will come to nothing. And we can’t have that.
(Also, we were here one Christmas when eldest one was tiny, she tried to do too much with a cold, and ended up with pneumonia. You too would be cracking the whip to ensure she stays in bed if you had that lingering in your memory, wouldn’t you?)
The curse of the iPlayer
Posted 22/04/2011
on:BBC iPlayer is accessible on my TV at home. It’s a little sporadic because the media provider we subscribe to is rather unreliable, but more often than not, we can choose what we want to watch, and when we want to watch it, without having to resort to digging out a DVD.
Now we’re here, we have all the channels we have at home, but out of the country, we have no iPlayer. Which means that when you sit down after ten o’clock to watch something, you can’t just pause it when you’re ready for bed and watch the remainder of your murder mystery the next day.
No, you have to stay up late and watch it through to the end if you don’t want to be writhing in bed wondering who the murderer was.
As with all technology, we are so sure we can do without it, but we really don’t want to.
Especially when we’ve been stuck into a really good whodunit.
Make up, wake up
Posted 19/04/2011
on:I always find that when I do hair and make up properly in the mornings, feel totally ready for anything the day can throw at me. I am less inclined to faff around, or watch TV, or sneak in a nap.
There must be some psychological trigger, though I can’t quite get my head around it.
Of course, hair and make up can take some considerable time to deal with, especially if you are not blessed with natural good looks. I feel that if you devote the time to do it slowly and carefully, though, you will be rewarded with increased productivity for the rest of the day.
That’s not entirely realistic, though. I can’t see myself sacrificing twenty minutes of much-needed sleep over it. So I found this link: 10 best speedy hair and make up tricks and I’m considering trying some of them.
Mind you, it will take some time to develop the habit. 95% of the time I go make up free. But the benefit of doing it means I’m certainly going to give it a go.
What do you think? Does make up bring you more zest?
I got a bit depressed with driving for three days to arrive to the bickering, as you will know if you looked me up a couple of days ago.
Since then I am still indecisive as to whether I should point out where they are going wrong or not. (Currently, if it bothers me too much I ask them to put a lid on it and save it for later. I say ask, it’s more of an order.)
I read somewhere that bickering is addictive. I’m not sure about that, but I do believe it is very habit-forming. It’s like you get a little hit, albeit negative, every time you say something nasty to someone.
But how much better would it be to avoid that negativity? Well, I think we all know the answer to that. And of course none of us live in a perfect world. That resolution I made back in the new year not to lose it with the kids also applied to much beloved. And I have lost it with him just the once in the last three months or so, when we had a fundamental disagreement about something that really mattered. (Of course, I’ve forgotten what it was now… let’s just say we resolved it eventually after many tears and much working through of the problem).
But seeing Mum and Dad back at it again has made me realise how essential manners are in a marriage. If you disagree, even if you are feeling emotional, you can still be civil. If you can’t be civil to each other, what kind of a marriage are you living in? Surely you owe it to yourselves to have a code of conduct where you are always polite, whether you agree or not? If you can’t, you might as well be existing together as a pair of mismatched housemates rather than participating in a marriage… How else can you feel the love?
I reckon it’s too late for my parents to change their ways. But it’s highlighted to me just how important it is. So even if they won’t learn from it, I will.
Parental encounters of the worst kind
Posted 14/04/2011
on:You may recall me being mildly concerned about travelling with my Mum for three days. That turned out OK as it happens. Well, from my perspective, anyway. It could well be that I did all sorts of things that she was biting her tongue about for the best part of seventy-two hours.
I’ve been here all of thirty hours now, and I remember now what I had forgotten before.
My parents, well-intentioned though they are, bicker incessantly.
They are lovely to everyone else. They are understanding to everyone else. They are polite to each other in front of the children, but the moment the children go to bed, it’s as if they can’t be bothered to be nice to each other any more.
I now recall this was a major reason for wanting to go to boarding school. Such negativity is very draining. I am expecting to spend some time here while loved one is at home (shame, as they always behave much better when he’s around), so I am not sure how to handle it.
My initial instinct is to try and get them to understand one another. But, after forty-six years of such a behaviour pattern I don’t suppose they will change. So now do I tell them to zip it every time the bickering starts, or just ignore it and pretend I haven’t noticed?
There are other issues, which I wouldn’t want to go into on a public blog (that my Mum occasionally reads), but I do still feel that there is no need to bicker. I’m not sure about this one. Does every old married couple bicker like this? I don’t see it elsewhere (not that I necessarily would). Will I bicker with loved one just as badly one day? I really hope not.
While I’m typing, the bickering has started again. Maybe I should just go to bed for now.
Savour the flavour
Posted 03/04/2011
on:I have just had the pleasure of eating a truly delicious meal at the Hind’s Head in Bray.
Raw venison carpaccio? Exquisite. Pork belly with butternut squash, spinach and white pudding? Heavenly. Even the cheese was incredible.
What made it the perfect evening, though, was spending it with my most loved one.
We don’t get many opportunities to simply enjoy one another’s company, so on this anniversary celebration it was a rare and joyful treat to be able to relax in each other’s company.
Conversation invariably included discussions about the latest house we’d seen, but also the wonders of the universe, silly riddles and the latest development in loved one’s job.
Good food, good conversation, good company. A perfect evening.
I feel privileged. And loved.