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The Weekend Post #24

This weekend started off with so much promise. 
Mark and I, in the spirit of a rare Bill-free Friday, decided to make the most of it and go to our favourite Thai restaurant in our little village. I just wanted to be home. I didn’t want Manchester. I didn’t want to go out exploring, or visit somewhere new, I was happy at home.
We had a really lovely night and had a proper conversation about trying for a baby, rather than a loose mention of ‘the future’. Things are good. He’s my best friend. And I just feel so safe with him.
Plus, I had the best Tom Kah Gai and Beef Massaman going. Plus – the ice cream was incredible. A scoop of coconut, a scoop of rum and raisin and a scoop of banana. I couldn’t finish it all. But goodness.
We curled up afterwards and watched Love Island, with Prosecco (trend) and it was a really nice night.

I feel like I woke up with the sunshine on Saturday, but I know it was due to excitement. Bill was due back and I couldn’t rest. So I crept downstairs and did a little work and put a load of washing on with a cup of coffee. 
A familiar car pulled up outside and my heart felt like my heart was going to leap through my chest.
So he was home. And we were all awake. And for a little while it was just simple family life.

I dyed my hair recently – you may have seen on Instagram – and I chose this little kit. I was so nervous as I love my ombré hair, but I really fancied a change. I kept the gradient, but I now have a few golden highlights too. I’m still getting to grips with it, but I think I like it.

And my passport arrived in the post. Which was great news and bad news. Great because I can’t believe it only took five days. And great because now I’m completely ready for holiday in September. But bad because I was expect a fair few items in the post that never arrived.
I mentioned in my latest post, but I had these amazing Father’s Day gifts picked out for my dad and Mark. But I didn’t notice that they had defaulted to my old address for delivery. I emailed the sellers and I visited my old house and left a note, but no one called me back. Which broke my heart and my faith in people a little bit. 
I felt so blue. And even though I know that my appreciation for my family is longstanding, I really wanted to let them know I really knew them and I was really grateful for them.

I was marginally cheered up by these tiny newborn clothes. I’m partnering up with M&S at the moment and my goodness are these gorgeous. They’ll be part of a new baby gift idea (coming soon), but realistically, one day, we’ll have a baby tucked up inside them. And that makes my heart very happy.

Shepherd’s Pie – the secret is a little dried mint and red wine. And a breadcrumb, cheddar and time crust on top of the mash. 

I haven’t had a lager and lime in a long time. It was really good! 

I was hopeful that Father’s Day was going to be a lovely day regardless of gifts. But Bill woke with a fever on Saturday night and we ended up on the phone to NHS Direct. He was so warm and his heart was racing. An out-of-hours GP kept in the loop with us and we managed to lower his temparature eventually. We didn’t sleep until about half-past two in the morning. And I was so tired, but so grateful he was okay.
Mark was amazing and stayed up later, watching the boxing, so he could check on Bill again. I slept fitfully, until we woke around nine o’clock, a cat at the foot of the bed and a little boy who, while warm, seemed much better.

But for the rest of the day? We were tired.

I don’t know how but I managed two more wash loads, hung out on the line. I cleaned and tidied. I made a roast beef dinner, with as many trimmings as I could manage. I spent time with my little guy. And managed to give my dad a big hug.
It wasn’t exactly the stuff of memories. But it reminded me of what actually matters. My carpet has bits all over it. I need to wipe a week’s worth of dust from surfaces. I have clothes to put away and I only found time to shower at 7:00pm.

Bill’s in bed now. A little earlier than usual. Mark is laughing at a comedian I don’t recognise. And I’m sat in my dressing gown, clean, covered in fake tan (I felt like I needed a boost to get me through Monday with confidence) and I am willing my fingers to type faster so I can just rest. There’s a bottle of red on the mantlepiece, with a sparkling wine glass. I can’t wait to pour it. Turn everything off. And just rest.

It wasn’t the weekend I hoped it would be. I’m tired. I’m anxious about the week ahead – Monday and Tuesday is particularly busy and I could do with a day of sleep. 
But you know something?
I’m lucky. 
Parenthood is so challenging. Sometimes I feel like I’m running a constant race of hurdles, just so I can get to the finish line and claim I’m still me. And I am. I absolutely am. But things come before me always.
Because I love them far too much to ever put myself first.

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  • Reply
    Kerry Villers
    22nd June 2015 at 8:38 am

    Ow – gutted for you about the presents. I've made the same mistake twice before. Once with Tesco groceries and the other with Newlook, both gave me my money back. Hopefully you'll get yours back and you'll be able to do something else lovely. On the plus side, you were looking smoking on your night out xx

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    Percy and Grace
    22nd June 2015 at 12:34 pm

    Totally agree with the comment above. You really do manage to express through words the real emotions of your day. You're very talented x x

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    Jenny Ripatti-Taylor
    26th June 2015 at 4:24 am

    What a lovely weekend round up… Love how you write about your day to day going ons darling. What a beautiful loving life and family you have.

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    Donna Wishart
    26th June 2015 at 9:53 pm

    That doesn't sound like the weekend you planned but I love that you share the good, the bad and the ordinary. Have a lovely weekend this weekend xx

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