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Pastures new

by RosieS on May 13, 2013

Stone steps

There’s an air of excitement in our house, tinged with nerves and at times mild panic. Because in two weeks’ time something monumental is happening in our lives. We’re leaving the north and heading south to a new home, new area, new school for IJ, new (substantially shorter) commute for me and new daily routine.

That’s quite a lot of change for one little girl to cope with and a huge amount of organisation and planning on my part. But slowly over the last few weeks, starting with a school, then a home, and finally childcare, I’ve got it all sorted. There’s just the tiny matter of packing now and of saying goodbyes.

We’re both incredibly excited. IJ has taken the news of the move well. It is a huge life change and the burden is on my shoulders to make the transition as smooth as possible for IJ, but I’m confident that it will all work out just fine.

It’s the juggling full time work, a long commute and two nights away each week with a house move that has been the bigger challenge, but we’re almost there. It’s almost time to say goodbye to the home we’ve been living in for the last eight years. It’s served us both well.

So after spending years worrying about the future, what options were open to the two of us and where we should live, the decision was easy in the end. We’re moving to Surrey, close to family and close to work.

After sulking for so long that we’d never be able to move back down south, we finally are. It feels a little like going home.

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Silent Sunday

by RosieS on May 12, 2013

Blue satchel

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#RIP Television

by RosieS on May 6, 2013

The Great Outdoors

Three days ago, a potentially devastating event took place in our house. After a week of intermittent transmission, the television finally died.

It wasn’t one of those flash, flat screen HD televisions, but an ancient ten-year-old model that sticks out so much at the back it takes up half the room. It arrived in the house just before IJ was born and has been with us ever since.

It worked so it didn’t make sense to replace it with something more modern. But now it is gone. The house is quiet; there’s nothing blaring out in the background.

The death of a television isn’t really something that makes an interesting blog post, but here’s the thing. I’d predicted that we’d be unable to live without it. That IJ would throw endless tantrums if she didn’t get her regular fix of Victorious and all-things Nickelodeon.

I thought I’d find the evenings endlessly long without the television for company, even if I only ever half watch anything.

Instead, it’s turned out to be a revelation. We’ve both enjoyed some peace and quiet in the mornings. I’ve read two books and started a third. IJ has been busy playing with toys she didn’t know she had and she’s even tidied her room. We’ve even ventured in to the Great Outdoors.

We’ve had time to think and life feels calmer, less rushed and more organised.

The only loss here is Sky because we’re cancelling our subscription and adopting a life with less technology cluttering it up. It will be a new way of living.

However, just to clarify, if the computer died and we lost Internet access, the world would end and we’d race to the shops to buy a new one quicker than you can say the word hypocritical. There are some things you really can’t live without.

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Single parenting – what we know now

by RosieS on May 2, 2013

I watched a fascinating programme about hoarding earlier in the week and found myself amazed about the amount of ‘stuff’ people keep and don’t seem able to throw away.

One woman had kept every single thing she’d owned since her childhood. Now middle-aged her house had become virtually uninhabitable, such was the number of childhood possessions she’d hoarded over the years.

So many memories were attached to each item that she could not bare to throw anything away, too wary of losing everything she associated with it.  I didn’t quite get it until this morning when I opened a cupboard and found this …

Hairy McClary's Bone

It’s just a book. But it’s a book I loved reading to IJ when she was a baby, and as I held it in my hands and flicked through the pages, it took me back to a different place, a different time, to the room where I would sit at night and read to her as she drifted off to sleep in her cot.

We are having a clear out. I’ve spent the past week packing up things we don’t need and no longer use and packing them into charity bags. I’ve managed to fill eleven bags so far, mostly clothes that IJ has grown out of and toys she no longer plays with. Freeing up space has felt good. But the book stopped me in my tracks and got me thinking.

We didn’t know then what we know now.

That life with just the two of us would be okay. That our tiny family unit would become incredibly close. That’d we’d travel through life together for nearly ten years and live to tell the tale.

That dark days get better. That sad times pass. That life is full of funny turns and surprises. That life moves on, the world keeps turning, you can keep going and it isn’t all bad.

That I’d be okay. That she’d be okay. That single parenting would turn out to be just fine. That tough times are survivable. That life can be good. That every second is  worth it. That I’d do it all again.

So, things you can’t throw away because they have too many memories attached to them? I get it now.

The book didn’t make the charity bag. I’m hanging on to it.

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Blog posts … like buses

by RosieS on April 28, 2013

Bluebells

Blog posts are like buses, at least on this blog. You wait around for ages and there’s no sign of one. Then three appear in three days!

I took a blogging break for a week. Not deliberately. There just weren’t enough hours in the day with work, commuting across the country and those birthday celebrations. But then, when I had concerns about IJ, I turned to the blogging community for support and realised how much I’d missed it.

So here I am writing another post, except it doesn’t say a great deal.

You can’t put everything out on social media. It isn’t always appropriate. So I can’t ask for advice with the big decisions I’m making at the moment. I can only speak out when the decisions have been made and it’s news that can be circulated.

But suffice to say I’m making some big decisions about our future. It’s scary, exciting and a little overwhelming. The decision-making process will also take time and careful thought. There’s a huge amount at stake if I get this wrong so I’m not rushing anything.

So this post doesn’t say a great deal. It’s a little vague. It’s lacking in content and clearly I’ve chosen to include a photo which has absolutely no relevance to the post whatsoever, just because I like it.

So if you were hoping for something slightly more coherent, please click over to Netmums where I’ve been writing about my blog, my job and attempting to juggle single parenthood with full time work, not always successfully.

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Life begins …

April 27, 2013

So the big ‘40’ came and went and the world didn’t fall off its axis. There was only one slight wobble when I realized the eve before my big birthday that in only a matter of hours I would be saying goodbye to my thirties for good. But time ticked on as it always does [...]

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When little girls don’t play nice

April 26, 2013

There are times when you just feel compelled to write a blog post. Partly because you have to get the words out and you’re not really sure where else to put them, and also because at times like this simply banging out words on the keyboard feels incredibly therapeutic. Today someone called my daughter fat. [...]

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Silent Sunday

April 14, 2013
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The Photo Gallery: Happy

April 10, 2013

Les chocolats = happy. Visit Tara’s blog for more happy gallery entries.

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Pondering the passage of time

March 29, 2013

With just two weeks to go until my 40th birthday, after years of dreading it, calm has finally descended. I’ve decided it’s okay. Better than okay even, I’m actually looking forward to it. Yes there’ll be a trip to Paris, lunch at The Ivy, a posh London hotel and a new red Cambridge satchel involved. [...]

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