I only lasted an hour with the boys tonight, work was really intense today (I sent over 130 emails!!!) and I’m just completely wiped out.
I’m feeling bad for not sticking around for bath and bed but I’m so tired that I can barely see straight.
We did tell C about Alton Towers though and he was so excited! I’m pretty sure that he’ll lose his mind when we get there on Monday and he actually sees the hotel and the waterpark and the theme park. It’s so exciting!
For now though, I need some dinner (cheesy pasta, mmmm!), a cup of tea and a cuddle with my kitty.
You are doing so well! You have the perfect attitude going in that post! Happy B'day in advance! Hope you have a great day!
Becoming Victoria Jane Answer:
Ah, thanks so much!
And thanks for the birthday wishes, I hope you’re having a lovely day!
"When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. “This is often considered to be man’s first attempt at a calendar” she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. ‘My question to you is this – what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is woman’s first attempt at a calendar.’- Sandi Toksvig (via prettykittykathryn) (via lendmewings, learninglog) (via wordstothesky) (via cloester) (via garden-of-whimsies) (via choras-den) (via dreaminginstasis) (via ebonysparkles) (via thislittlefeeling)
It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked women’s contributions?"
I turn 27 tomorrow. Twenty. Seven.
For the last few weeks I’ve been dreading it (which is really not like me, I love birthdays!) because I’m not where I thought I’d be at 27.
I’m still living alone with my cat, just like I was at 26 and 25 and 24 and 23 and 22.
I’ve been feeling a bit stuck and bit left behind as it feels like everyone around me is moving in or getting engaged or getting married or having kids. Growing up and moving on.
But in the last week or so, something has shifted. I feel lucky to have the life that I do and I’m proud that I’ve maintained this independent lifestyle for so long. I take care of me, I pay the bills, I buy the food, I keep Cassidy healthy. Me.
And whilst I might be feeling ready for my life to move forwards, I know that it will when it’s the right thing. And I want it to be right, not rushed.
So, I’m looking forward to tomorrow.
Come on 27, let’s see what you’ve got for me.
The alarm went off at 5.45am.
I was at my desk by 7.20am.
I worked from 7.45am until 5pm.
I only took 20 minutes for lunch.
There were 85 emails waiting in my inbox, even though I cleared everything out on Friday.
I went straight from work to Gary’s and spent two hours hanging out and playing with them.
I did the bath and bed routine with the boy single handedly, including reading his story and doing all the voices.
G and I hung out for half an hour after the boy went to sleep, which was really needed.
I left there at 8.30pm.
I got home at 9pm.
I made lunch for tomorrow, tidied the house, hung laundry and groomed the kitty.
And it’s now 9.50pm and I’ve finally crawled into bed for cuddles with my girl and an episode or two of vintage Friends.
And the alarm is set for 5.30am tomorrow.
This is the best chocolate I’ve ever, ever had.
And I’ve had a lot of chocolate.
"Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now."-
From The World According to Mister Rogers (Kindle Location 214).