Back in my long and distant past when I was a mere youth, every other weekend I would zoom down to Bournemouth for a weekend of dancing the night away on some dancefloor or stage somewhere. Many a time I could be found swaying and bopping away in one revealing attire or another, dancing away without a care in the world. One song that will always remind me of these wonder years will be Insomnia by Faithless. Fast forward twenty something years and insomnia is no longer something that raises a smile.
This week, I learnt that a friend had honey trapped her husband due to her suspicions of her husband’s online activities with other ladies. For those of you that don’t know, honey trapping has nothing to do with bee keeping whatsoever, instead it is the term used to describe the private investigation into the fidelity of a partner.
It has been a weird old week this one. My mum would say that its planetary, and talk of the position of Jupiter and such like. Emotionally, I have been all over the place without really knowing why. I have been a weird mix of giggle pot, intolerant human being and a tearful bundle.
This weekend my family and I travelled back home to visit my parents, where we celebrated our eldest daughter’s birthday. As our time together drew to an end, we bundled up our children and copious childcare related belongings and set off in auto pilot mode on the familiar drive back to Northamptonshire.
Last year, my husband and I finally completed our family, with the anxious yet safe arrival of our baby girl. It had been a long and heartbreaking journey to the point of family completion, but here I am telling the tale, so High Five, I only bent and wasn’t broken in the process.
Do you know what your life purpose is? Your role and contribution to the world? Any ideas? Many mums reading this will probably say “being a mum” which is lovely and heart-warming. But what if the role of mum is no longer enough just by itself? Those words are hard to utter, whether through guilt or from a fear of being judged by others.
The crazy thing about life is that you can be bumbling along quite happily (or even unhappily), minding your own business and just being, when suddenly, in your average working week, you are suddenly dealt a huge curveball that knocks you sideways. Or at least spams you right in the middle of your forehead for added humiliation.
The mass production of items with the words ‘Keep calm and carry on’ plastered on them, do very little in the way of helping us to actually do so. The words may sound simple enough, but in reality, they do nothing to help keep us calm and rational in our daily life.
I was watching our two middle offsprings play the other day, and within minutes, they swung from play to slay, as one felt wronged by the other, and screamed to let this wrongdoing be known. As an overprotective mother of four, I dashed in to save the day, and to get maiming child to apologise to maimed child with immediate effect.