As we settle into that weird spell between Christmas and New Year when all that’s left in the Quality Street tin are the crappy ones nobody likes, I think lots of us start to reflect on the past year. So here is 2013. Plenty of good times, but also plenty of grief. A mixed bag of a year really.
We lost my Mother-Out-Of-Law
to cancer at the beginning of the year. She was not quite 70, and would have loved another decade to watch her grandchildren grow. Then by the end of summer my 90 year old Grandad
‘s health started to decline. After a few weeks of up and downs in hospital, even being ready for discharge at one point, he sadly died at the end of October. We will continue to miss both of these much loved members of our family.
About 10lb. Which is a pain, because I was actually virtually back at my pre-pregnancy weight at the beginning of the year. My love affair with biscuits put pay to that, but hey ho, there is always another Monday to start another diet on right?
We end the year in the same place we started it. I love our huge, old, wonky house, but bemoan the lack of garden. Finding somewhere that can match what we have in terms of space, and add in some sort of outdoor area for Syd, and preferably some half decent heating as well, is going to be a priority in 2014. Wish us luck, it is going tricky to find somewhere we can afford that suits us as well as here.
A perfect weekend at Camp Bestival
. Not only did we learn that my Other Half can camp, providing the tent is nice and big, and there is seating available, we also had a magnificent family festival romp of a weekend, which we cannot wait to repeat next summer. There was also a lovely weekend at Center Parcs
, which the children absolutely adored, running through trees and loving the watery fun offered by the pool area. I think a return trip will happen at some point, but with a move on the horizon it may not be imminent as all pennies will be required on deck.
Well. Work-ish- I am technically a stay-at-home Mum, but this here bloggy thing has become bigger than I expected it to be when I started it to have someone to talk to when the then baby Syd was sleeping. This year I was nominated for awards and asked to speak at two big conferences. Amazing really, when you consider I ramble away from my lap, on a sofa in West Dorset most of the time, then occasionally find myself sat next to writers from The Guardian and The Times on panels like equals. A far lesser, unpaid equal of course- but I was still there, and I managed public speaking without crying or weeing in my pants too. 2014 will see some changes, not least the decision to declare myself self employed in January, so I can actually start to say yes to some of the offers I am sent. This time next year Rodney, we will be millionaires!
Not enough still. We have weeks where it seems Syd has cracked the art of sleeping. Then just when we get comfortable he forgets it all again.
Not as much as I would like of that this year, or loads of it, depending on the perspective. I have played with a lot of play doh and puzzles and I have played a lot of haphazard hide and seek. I have not had enough nights out, or seen enough live music this year- but ya know, it goes with the parenting territory doesn’t it! A little bit more adult time would be nice this year- not much, I do like my children, just a night or two a month out with my gorgeous man would be fabulous.
My three kids have continued to grow and be gorgeous piles of nuisance. Syd has changed from baby to boy this year. A proper little chatterbox, even in his sleep. The big two have struggled with some educational changes, but fingers crossed that has smoothed out a bit now. They are all lovely. They are all hard work. They are all growing up just fine.
I turned 40 this year. Proper old?! Nah, I don’t give a fig about age, tis but a number, I range from 17 to 67 depending on the circumstance. And we olds in the family are knocking along just fine, couldn’t be happier with my lovely man- there is nobody else I would rather talk shite with, or share my life with. Bless ‘im!
I still maintain my no regrets stance, even the things that go tits up lead you to where you are now, and seeing as I am happy now, I wouldn’t change a thing, even the crappy bits.
yeah, quite a lot of them in the last few days as it goes.
2014. Bring it on. New Years Eve will see me party like it is 1999. Mostly because in 1999 I stayed in with a toddler too…..
Happy New Year Y’All, may it be a cracker,
Love Miss Cisco XXX