Living Without

For a year and a half, we have had no ceiling lights upstairs or in the loft bedroom.  We have been getting by with 3 little bedside lamps, which we moved around as required.  When we had visitors, a while ago, we had to give them one of the lamps – which meant our loft bedroom was in darkness for a week.

It hasn’t really bothered me – we have just got used to it and are now really good at getting around in the dark. 😊 But today the electrician has been around and we are on the way to being mostly all lit up!

This was my loft bedroom lighting before….20170420_194936







And now….20170420_195000


What a difference it makes and how surprising.  It’s amazing what you can get used to.  It is only when things change that you realise what was wrong.

Another example, is getting a dishwasher at the age of 43.  I used to poo poo anyone that said dishwashers were amazing.  I didn’t mind washing up, I was used to it.  But now if you took my dishwasher off me – I would stab you.  Where did I get the time to wash up?  Why did I not mind doing it?

We are all adaptable, we can all survive and all things can become normal.  Living in DIY hell for the last 12 years is normal for me.  I do not ask when things are going to be finished.  I do not ask what has been achieved.  I just get on and live and then I get delightfully surprised when something changes.  Truly I am not cross – Hubby is doing is best but money and time get in the way.  It’s just life, isn’t it?

So, in relation to this, as you may have seen in last week’s video – my mum is now here in the UK forever.  Now that is really something that for 25 years we have just got used to … living on the other side of the world from our Mum.  It was normal and we just got on with life.  But now all has changed …. oh, my what a change and realisation of what we had been missing.

It’s wonderful that we as people are so adaptable because otherwise we would just be miserable all the time.  But isn’t it wonderful when things actually come together and all becomes light and bright and happy and joyous and we don’t have to put up with no lights anymore or no mum anymore.  Woohoo!


I Have Stopped Fighting With My Daughter!

Sorry I didn’t write last week.  I went to the Pub!  Yes, I know – I was shocked myself.  I went out on a school night to A PUB.  But it’s alright I only drank tea 😊.  I met up with some girlfriends.  We used to meet up in the day, but as our children have got older, we have all got busier – so it has to be at NIGHT TIME and at a PUB.  And it was lovely.

To think that when I was living and working in London, I was out EVERY night.  How did I do that? How did I afford it?  How was I not exhausted?

Yes, I know the answer – children and age.  Sigh…..

Anyway, this week I wanted to tell you something.

I have stopped fighting with my daughter.

Well, not about everything, just about her mess and her diet.

Firstly, her diet.  She is a grazer – all day nibbling at things.  Drives me nuts!  And a lot of it is crap.  But, also a lot of it is fruit and vegetables.  It made me so very, very cross.

Then we went to the orthodontist and he remarked that her teeth were immaculate.  I was shocked, considering the amount of sweets, chocolate and other crap that she somehow gets her hand on.  Then I noticed that she actually has been eating all her dinner and I have also noticed that she does not sit down. Ever!!  She is either cartwheeling, hand standing, balleting or something.  Plus, she does 2 x intense ballet classes a week and is growing healthily at a rate of knots.

So, I stopped yelling at her about her eating and just let her get on with.  Yes, she does eat crap, but she cleans her teeth VERY well.  And she does eat a huge amount of good stuff too.  And yes, she is a fussy eater, but I just leave the sauce off or chuck some chicken nuggets in the oven instead of chicken pie etc.  I am sure that when it comes to her first date with a boy, she will be too embarrassed to order chicken nuggets and chips!

Now this is her mess.


I used to scream at her everyday to tidy it up and when she didn’t do it, I would tidy it and then I would get resentful and then even more cross when it was back to the same state within half an hour.

To be fair the poor girl has no room of her own, she shares a corridor with her brother and has her stuff outside of the bathroom because of our building work.  So, she is frustrated.

Then I got really busy with work, new business and study, and I stopped yelling at her about it. I have got used to pretending that it is even there. I am getting good at just glazing my eyes over it.

I also know it’s not MY mess and my friends know that I didn’t make that mess, so I am not embarrassed anymore.

And do you know what…We are getting on really, really, really well.  I mean, I actually like her.  And I even enjoy her company.  We are so much more relaxed with each other.  I still yell at her if she is rude, mean, disrespectful or if it’s to do with school work, but mostly we just get along.  It’s been absolutely lovely and a revelation.

Plus, I absolutely love, love, love it when she comes down stairs and states “I can’t find…….”  And I just say “Oh dear!” and get on with what I am doing.  I love, love that smug feeling I get!