Back To Normal - Whatever That May Be

It was back to work this week, or it least it was on Tuesday.  On Monday my youngest had an inset day, so it meant that by the time I did go back to work, I was already playing catch up.

It was lovely for him though, because Sunday was his birthday so the day off was like an extra present.  We took him and a few of his friends swimming and then out for a meal before they all came back to ours.  Nice, but very noisy!

The other birthday event for him will be when we go to Leeds in a few weeks to watch them play and stay over.  Hope the weather improves a bit by then!

I can't believe that he is ten years old.  He's gone from this:

To this:



How the  time has flown!  It's also ten years since we moved into this house, in some ways it seems like we have been here forever and yet I remember it  as though it was yesterday.

So what with birthdays and trying to get my head around a new job and a parents' evening, so far it has been a busy old week with precious little time for writing.  

I'm trying to find some time when I can squeeze some writing in, but its not easy is it?

Ah well, maybe when things settle down a bit.

Another Celebration

Whilst everyone else is celebrating the return to normal after the festivities, we are entering into a new zone of celebration.  Eight years ago today I gave birth to my youngest child.  I always feel sorry for him having his birthday  at this time of year, at a time when everyone is jaded from a party atmosphere. And whilst I am usually fed it with it myself, I always do my best to try and make it special for him. It's not his fault he was born at this time of year but it could have been worse, he was due on Christmas Eve and I keep joking that if he was, I was going to call him Jesus - it is a joke!

At the moment he loves school so the fact that his birthday always seem to fall on the first day back isn't too traumatic, but I'm sure there will come a time.  This year we've held back some of the best presents for today, so the smile on his face when he opened them was well worth the wait. We've been out with his Nanna for a birthday tea, and at the weekend he's having a sleepover with some friends and a cinema trip followed by a bit of a party with some of our friends, and then next weekend another party tea with family hosted by Grandma.

I hope I've done him proud, he certainly seems happy, but as every year,  I will be glad when life can truly get back to normal?

What about you, are you sad or glad at the return to routine?