Despite all my whinging about not having a life , LO keeping me from doing anything , me adding a ton of weight , my feet expanding and then decreasing, it turns out, I do like being a mum :-). Who would have thought hey!
Mum mum is visiting for three weeks and she offered to take my son away for a while. With my husband being away she felt it might ease up the stress so I can just relax and go to work. At first I was excited at the FREEDOOOOOOMMMMMM, however when I took a look at the calendar, I realised LO will be away for 3 weeks if I let her take him. 3 WHOLE WEEKS.
She said he will be potty trained, standing in line, speaking properly and probably reciting the alphabet in Latin and Greek in that time. I know she is right but I just can’t let him go for 3 weeks when he has never been away even for a night. I thought it will be an easy thing to do (letting him go). I was quite surprise that I couldn’t do it. Anyway, I need to lose weight and he definitely keeps me fit with all the running around after him.
Besides I am an angel, I don’t want to lose my wings
I have been so busy, I haven’t had time to write. I miss it so much, but I haven’t done anything exciting that I feel is worth sharing (I might have but I am too lazy to share it, lol) I did have a few ideas for posts, I started a few but didn’t get to finish them off.
Last month was indeed a busy month
I moved house
Changed minder – Very scary my LO has been with his previous minder since he was 8 weeks old and we absolutely adore her. She is such a blessing.
My daddy came to visit – Yes, I am a total daddy’s girl
Grandpa, LO & I (shelovestorant)
My manager went on what seems like an endless holiday so I am saddling 3 accounts at the same time. Phew!
My hubby moved to Scotland – Seems like we hardly ever live together. While he was in London I put on a lot of weight. I guess with him around I was eating properly. We shared pick up and drop off so I didn’t have to wake up so early. In general, I was more relaxed and as a result piled on the pounds. With him gone for a while I guess the manic schedule returns, I will definitely be too tired to eat so hurray! at least I will lose some weight (silver lining :-))
I also discovered from my husband when he went to set up his account that Lloyds TSB had changed its name to Lloyds Bank. Lloyds Bank and TSB will now have their own branches on the high street. I was worried about my internet banking cause I really didn’t have the time to go into the bank and request new logins and things. My internet comes on today at the new place and thankfully my previous login still works. But I guess a time is definitely coming when everything will go separate .
I like their quirky video on the new TSB
Thankfully my mum is visiting for 3 weeks. So I still have some rest time on my hands. That why I can write this post. She is absolutely brilliant with LO. I am always moaning about how I don’t have family in the UK ,so its brilliant that she is here. She has gotten my son back on a schedule and she has started potty training him. Hurray for Grandma
In the last couple of years, I have worked my way through a few sizes. Going from a size 4 when I came to this country (yep I was seriously under weight) cue in McDonalds, KFC and chinese coupled with the life of a student I shot to a 6 then to an 8 after marriage, 10 after child-birth and now back to an 8 with folds. A real yoyo experience. It took me a while to accept that I would never get back to a 6 so I have decided to sort out my wardrobe. Out with the old and in with the new. I would like to create a capsule wardrobe consisting of only clothes I actually wear. Like most girls I have over 10 pairs of jeans but I only ever wear 2. This spring I aim to get rid of the remaining 8+ and all the other clothes in my wardrobe I can’t actually fit in to. I am also one of those people whose feet never recovered from child-birth so I have a box of shoes some where that I still can’t wear except someone invents foot reduction surgery.
I hope this spring clean is successful because in the past I have tried to do it but ended up getting too sentimental about my heap. Amongst the stuff I feel so sad parting with are my choir uniforms. Most of them are a size 6 and even though I could still squeeze into them when I was a slim 8 now I am a big 8 (tummy not yet completely flat) the clothes feel a bit tight. The thought of having to start getting them all over again is so discouraging; black suit, grey suit, brown suits, white suit not to mention the shirts the list is endless.
This time around I have decided to sell the lot may be the money incentive would motivate me to actually do it. My usual hunts where eBay and preloved I sold some of my sons old stuff there. I have just discovered that music magpie sell clothes. I didn’t know you could actually sell clothes on their site I used to think they just sold old CD’s (apparently this is a new feature). They give you an instant quote and you can decide if you want to sell or not, cutting out all the hassle of bidding. You know what you are getting from the start. I am off to hunt for some treasure and give it a try. New clothes I can smell you already. Would let you know how it goes.
….. In this business of getting back in to shape this isn’t quite what I expected.
See I expect my trousers not to fit quite as they used to. That’s fine I can live with that.
Dresses still not fitting, we can fast and pray. Shoes that no longer fit can be sold on eBay.
However what happens to pants. (Not trousers I mean pants, underwear, lingerie). To me these are once in a life time buy. By that I mean you buy them when you get to a certain age and they fit you for life. So imagine my surprise this morning when I dipped in to my cupboard, pulled out one at random and PING too small. WHAT? &**))__)(*&^%^%”!**+ (I have been told not to swear by my sister). Since when do I have random bum increment? Does my bum look bigger? I look in mirror at said bum, not to my eyes. What is this? I thought I was winning the war against fat? I don’t know how to end this really. My baby has woken up and is staring at me. He probably thinks my bum is my breast 😦