Self Care – Lux Gift Edit

Self Care has been sweeping the nation as the thing to do. To get your mind, body and soul all in a great space. How we do that varies from person to person, for me it’s really simple. I run a very hot bath with the bubbles or bath bomb I’ve reserved for this very moment, I hit play on my ‘Relax’ playlist, my bed is made, my towels are warming by the radiator. I light my candles, all scented with something floral and sweet. I use the Balmain shampoo  that smells amazing, and a leave in conditioner while I soak. I make sure that I have time to use the…

It’s only a sick bug, it won’t last forever.

For the last week or so, my two youngest have had one of those nasty sick bugs. A mixture of sleep, vomit, and crying has littered my days and nights. I’ve washed more towels in one day than I normally need to in a week. I watch them, laying on the couch, pale and still. They are slowly getting better now, but it swept them off their feet. I can’t lie, it’s pretty exhausting. The broken sleep, the continuous running one or the other to the bathroom, and then the eventual giving up and putting towels down wherever they might be sleeping. But this thing happens, it’s like a switch.…

What Now? – His Thoughts.

As mentioned in my last post, I asked my Husband to write something, because there are two sides to everything. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ So, let’s just get this out the way and say it: “I crossed a line which I should not have crossed.” I have a recollection of how things transpired and so does she. And we could argue about what did or did not happen. Did I push her aside as I stormed out the room? Yes, and yes I did not give her time to get out-of-the-way. Did I want to throw something? Yes, and I threw the chair, wildly. And did my frustration converge onto her when she…

Sunshine After The Rain (Or – A Post After The Comments)

I spent a large part of yesterday reading comments from people who don’t know me or my husband, talking about the original blog post and the circumstances I had written about. That is a good thing, even the ones that perhaps were not the kindest in either of our favours were good to read, getting differing opinions on a topic is healthy, but one comment stood out to me. It talked about how relationships are complex things. I wanted to reply to the comments that were left, I wanted to explain that I actually do take responsibility for my part to play, I don’t feel like I am the innocent party.…

Today I am Half, Tomorrow I will be Whole

If you read yesterdays post, you know that the weekend was less than fun. I am in the midst of not knowing if it’s something that I can forgive, but I know that I won’t forget it – is that just as bad? Although one might say that the incident wasn’t life changing, I think it is something that changes your perception of other people and through doing that, changes you. Is this what they call a pivotal moment? Could it just be a catalyst for changing other things? Could it be that, to be your true self, you need to have your core shaken. Is it that in order…

He’s Not a Bad Man, But I Do Have Bruises.

I think that title really sums up my weekend. I think this needs the full story, not a condensed blog version. I will start first thing on Saturday morning. I wake up, I hear the chatter of the kids, P has youth club at 10, it’s 9.07 – shit. My husband had offered to take her, as I had been out the night before. He didn’t get up, and due to a cough was sleeping in the spare room. I decided to just take her and not wake him up, until just before we had to leave. I asked him – “Why did you turn off your alarm?” “Dunno, I…

The Sweet Art of Doing Fuck All

So it turns out I have been accidentally doing some Hygge business for years, only I’ve just been referring to it as ‘I’m doing fuck all’ or ‘I’m being a lazy bastard today’. What does this involve? Well, for me it’s been very simple to fully embrace the heart of Hygge. It’s supposed to be doing whatever it is that makes you feel comfort, y’know, warm and fuzzy. Cosy. Being slow, having some blankets and stuff, being purposeful. It’s about feeding your spirit… or something like that. I’ve recently read it’s like turning your life into an art form. But, how have I been so good at Hygge without these…

Fuck The New You, Just *Be* You.

It’s that time of year where everyone is looking, very closely at all their ‘flaws’. The thighs that rub together, the desks that are about as organised as a dump, to be better at makeup, to work harder, to work smarter, to to to… You get the idea right? Writing New Years Resolutions up the wazoo. All in a bid to totally transform. To change you into something new. There is nothing at all wrong with changing, but label it as growth. You’re not changing, you’re growing as a person. Learning new skills probably, incorporating new ‘things’ in your life, setting new goals, trying to find things that you love,…

My Busy-Mum Essentials

It might be a bit of a cliché but I think having a set of essential products makes my life a bit easier. We home-ed eldest, middle kid goes to school, and a toddler. I’m a blogger, writer and social media manager. I have a house to keep and meals to cook. In all that I have to keep parts of myself too. I no longer have time to get my makeup perfect or my hair sleek and wonderful. Do I wish I did? Not really, I love my life. In order to minimise my getting ready for the day time, I have a list of products I couldn’t be…

Nana, You’re Like a Mum to me

I’ve been visiting my Nana’s wee hoosie in Scotland alone for years. I used to take a job for a few months, save airfare and travel up in the holidays. My Nana has always meant the world to me. She always tells me that I am like the daughter she never had even though she has two. They just don’t all see eye to eye and long story short it hurts my Nana to think about it. Throughout everything, since I was 7 Nana has been my best friend when I really needed it.   She has called me almost daily since the day I first called her to chat when…

The Friend You Used to Be

I think you can often only really appreciate something once it is over. Is that not the curse of life? Hindsight is a gorgeous tool. This friendship started so easily and ended verbally viciously. When I look back now, I know that I made mistakes, and likely she did to. A misunderstanding, lingering unspoken words, and, I would say a lot of love. That is the problem, though, isn’t it? You become so invested in this person, you can convince yourself of who you think they are. You build an image of who, and what they should be. How selfish of us. Truthfully, you do not get many good friends…

Shootings, Bombings and Love

We’ve been dealing with wave after wave of tragedy as humans for the last few months, longer really but lately it just seems heavier. The most recent, no doubt you know about already. I’ve seen the text messages sent to parents as it happened, I’ve read about lovers who took bullets for their partners. I’ve read about people opening their doors where possible to hide victims and those running scared in Paris. I’ve read of people doing everything they can, all that they can possibly do to save the life of another in Brussles. Grabbing the hand of a stranger and pulling them to safety, even if they weren’t sure…