A Christmas Date Night in Birmingham …

A Christmas Date Night in Birmingham …

When Phil and I first started seeing each other, child free dates were a total luxury as we started out with 4 kids between us. After we got married we wanted to keep date nights going, even if it was just once a month, thankfully my folks were on board and we managed to stick to for the last 7 years together. Phil is a muso if I haven’t mentioned it before, and so I wanted out December date night to be really special for both of us. I booked tickets to see Handel’s Messiah at the Birmingham Symphony hall and we decided to make our Christmas date night in Birmingham that extra bit spectacular by throwing in dinner and a walk around the German market before the performance too. My Mum was having the children over night to spoil them a little too.

Family Day March ’17 …

Family Day March ’17 …

The work/life balance is a pain in the rear the vast majority of the time, so we picked the 3rd Saturday of every month to do something together, just the four of us, a designated Family Day. To help decide what we would do we used lollipop sticks numbered 1-12 in a jar. The numbers correspond to an activity we can do together, so it had to be age appropriate for a teen and a pre-schooler.

THE Christmas Shop …

THE Christmas Shop …

It is the first day of the Christmas holidays, and whilst I didn’t spend 2 hours bellowing at the kids to get out the door, I did get to spend it standing outside of Aldi waiting for it to open at 5 to 8 this morning waiting to get started with the Christmas Shop! I know, too rock and roll!

The Waterfront Restaurant …

The Waterfront Restaurant …

We took my Mum with us on holiday this year, and we made the most of it. I gave her a weeks notice for babysitting and the hubby and I got on our glad rags and headed out for some much needed couple time. We walked almost the length of the waterfront trying to find somewhere to eat. The first place we stopped out was a no go. Firstly it was empty, secondly there was a dog in the main restaurant.

One to tell the grandkids …

One to tell the grandkids …

Sometimes making memories isn’t pretty. At the time you feel aghast and dumbfounded, there are literally no words that pass your lips other than “I am so sorry!” When the dust has settled though you are able to laugh and set it aside as ‘one to tell the grandkids’.

At the beginning of this year we were battling red numbers on bank accounts and a seeming never ending bombardment of unexpected bills.

Fifth Anniversary – Wood …

Fifth Anniversary – Wood …

Very soon (next weekend) we will be celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary. Apparently it is wood which brought both hubby and I great amusement as we childishly cackled over all wood related innuendo. We should really know better, but I don’t think we ever got the memo!

Five years in to our marriage and blending of our two families, we are still laughing, kissing, cuddling and holding hands. We still make each other blush and tummy’s go over when we think of each other.

Written in pen …

Written in pen …

I recently went to the bridal shower of the most lovely young lady from church. She has been through trauma with crohn’s disease and still managed to have the biggest smile on her face.

We had vintage tea cups, plenty of tea, cakes, food and proper belly chuckles at her shower. We were then asked to grab a gift tag and write our marriage advice for the couple. Some pondered and some wrote hilarious anecdotes. Mine was simple … always write date nights in pen!

Happy Birthday to me …

Happy Birthday to me …

This year, this month in fact I turn 36. Happy Birthday to me! I am over the 35 year hill and on my way up to 40 – as my husband constantly reminds me.

As I sit at times contemplating life in general I often think back to my youth and think of the dreams I had for my future. I had plans to graduate as an army officer, until a careers advisor told me I’d be better suited to secretarial work. Then I had plans to top the legal profession and become a barrister, which were dashed by poor choices and a desire to self destruct.