That’s another year done with…

2013 has, well and truly, been the bain of my life.  Right from the very start of the year (quite literally), something wasn’t right.  Hubby said that it was bound to be a bad year because it had the number 13 in it.  I was determined to prove him wrong.

Let’s start from the beginning.

January.  Happy New Year!  Hubby, little man and I are all ill.  We’ve all been suffering for about a week now, and it doesn’t seem to be getting any better.   About halfway through the month, my car decided to pack in.  I couldn’t drive, and I felt so isolated, having to rely on lifts from parents.  Still in January, hubby is rushed into hospital.  He is doubled over with excruciating pains in his stomach…  Still no diagnosis.

February.  Little man has bumped his head, and has a rather large ‘egg’ on his head.  Same day, my aunt’s house is broken into, and my uncles car is stolen…  All during my mums’ 60th birthday celebrations.

March.  Hubby in hospital again, but at least this time it’s for a good reason.  Sort of.  He’s in there for an operation to remove his Gall bladder.  That’s what’s been the agony.  So he’s there, and I’m at home with my little man, who looks to have picked up a tummy bug from somewhere, and I’m up to my arms in baby vomit.  The end of March, my cousin announces she’s expecting baby number 3.  Obviously, we’re all made up for her, so things starting to look up a little there…

April.  I get my car back.  My cousin has lost her baby.  My cousin is taken in to hospital for her procedure…   Rest In Peace, Elsie Jayne.  Only 1/2 pound in weight.  The same day, hubbys’ grandmother passes away.   Rest in Peace, Vera.  You will be sadly missed.  Two funerals in two consecutive days.  Then a holiday…  About time.  I need this to recover.

May.  My little man basically uses his ‘face as a break’, as he rushes around our garage in excitement.  It’s bad.  There’s blood everywhere; but after I manage to clean it up, it’s only a bad graze…  I ended a relationship with my ‘best friend’.  Meh.  Some best friend.  Good news!  Another cousin had a baby boy ❤

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June.  I’m getting more and more stressed with work.  I have an occupational therapy review, and have been told (basically) that my job is making me ill.

July.  I severely damage my ankle.  It’s not broken, but I can’t put any weight on it at all.  My mum and dads’ Ruby wedding anniversary (40 years).  Happy news again!

August.  My ankle is still incredibly painful.

September.  My little mans’ 2nd birthday.  What a disaster.  His party was ok, but his actual birthday…  I’m not going in to it, as there’s a whole other post about that, which you can read about here.  It’s holiday time again!  This is actually an early anniversary holiday for hubby, little man and I.  Video here.

October.  Beginning of the month, we’re still on holiday.  What a pain this is turning out to be.  The little man has well and truly hit his terrible 2’s, and is slowly becoming very difficult to deal with.  By the way, my ankle is still in pain, and it still ‘gives out’ every now and again.  Halloween.  Our 4th wedding anniversary.  What a great day!  Trick or treating was a total success, and little man had so many sweets and treats that I had hubby stuff most of it in his pockets, as they were spilling out of little mans’ ‘pumpkin bucket’.  Me?  I had no pockets…  I was dressed up.  Don’t ask me what as though, as I’m still unsure myself…  All I know is that I had a lot of fun ^_^

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November.  My ankle is starting to recover.  It’s no longer painful, but it still occasionally ‘goes’ when I walk.

December.  I’m broke.  I have no money.  Christmas is looking to be a disaster, but never panic!  Everything comes heads up, and I manage to buy everyone everything I wanted to.  Including the over-spoiling of this terrible two’s little man.  He has more toys than I can put anywhere!  They’re literally all over the house.  Will I ever have a house instead of a playroom every again..?

I have probably forgotten something in there, somewhere.  My mind has probably blocked something, like it normally does.  I’m good at that you see.

Anyway.  Today is New Years Eve.  Let’s let bygones be bygones.  As the old poem reads;

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?”

Happy New Year, everyone.  Here’s to an amazing 2014.

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Our Scottish Holiday

I think I should warn you…  This video is rather long…  Ha ha ❤

Happy Fathers Day 2013

Happy Fathers Day to my one and only Dad!  I love you to tiny pieces ❤

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I am strong. I will survive.

So, the last time I posted was at Easter.  That was when…  The end of March?!  Wow.  Please accept my sincere apologies for not updating earlier, however, after this post, you will realise exactly why I’ve not been in the mood to write.

Let me start off by saying, the blog you are about to read is true.  This is not fictional in the slightest.  I’ve read it over and over again, and even I think that if someone were to reel all this off to me as being the truth, I would not believe them.

Seriously.

You just couldn’t make it up.

2013.  We’re not quite halfway through the year, and already I’m wishing the year would be over.  It’s been a hell of a ride, and right from the very start it was bad news.

The number 13 has always been lucky for me.  The first house I lived in was a number 13.  I had an amazing birthday party for my 13th birthday.  The number 13 has come up a few times on the National Lottery (sorry, it’s called the Lotto now ha ha) and has won me a few £10 notes(!).  Anyway, I’ve never had a problem with it until the year 2013.

It started in January with my car.  Basically, without going too much in to it, something happened and I couldn’t use my car.  So the problem came about as to how am I going to get to work, go to the supermarket, go anywhere without my car.  I worked 9 miles away.  Buses are not an option for me (I have a genuine phobia of buses); the trains do not run to my schedule; and taxi’s would cost £20 each way…  So that would be £120 in taxi costs each week as I work 3 days a week.

My friend was able to pick me up from my home address and take me to and from work for the first week, but then the second week came…  Thankfully my dad (retired) said that he’d take me, but the condition was that if he didn’t want to / couldn’t take me, I would have to make alternative arrangements.

As most people are aware, I’m not particularly fond of my job, and this added stress was not helping with my feelings in the place.  On most mornings, I would have to excuse myself from my desk and ‘nip to the bathrooms’ to calm myself down.  My team leader must have got that fed up with me…  But that was nothing to what was coming up.

Still in January, a week or two after me not having my car, Michael was rushed into hospital with serious stomach cramps.  On this occasion, he was successfully diagnosed with gallstones, and was told that he was to have an operation to have his gallbladder removed.  At least we had a diagnosis…

February came, and I thought the year was improving slightly.  It was now 25 February, my mum’s 60th birthday.  About an hour before we were due to go out for the evening, William had decided to fall and hit his head rather violently on the radiator.  It ‘egged’ immediately, and a massive bruise came up within minutes.  Other than that, he was ok, luckily.

We went to a Greek / Cypriot restaurant and were having an amazing start to the evening when my aunt received a phone call and had to depart rather rapidly.

My aunt’s house had been broken into.

Her laptop and phone had been taken and my uncles android tablet had been taken.  My other uncle and his wife were staying at my aunts, and their car had been stolen…  An abrupt ending to the evening for them.

So now we’re in March.  It’s 22 March, 2013.  Michael has gone into hospital this morning for his gallbladder operation.  William had been playing up on me throughout the day, but I thought it may have been because Michael wasn’t around.  That night, William was vomiting everywhere, and had massive doses of diarrhea.  I had to change the bedding at 2am…  Clean the carpets at 2:30am…  Clean the carpets again at 3:30am…  Then clean William, myself and the bedding again at 8:30am…

The 23 March was Michaels’ birthday.  Happy birthday.  He was discharged to a house smelling like vomit, a very sick little man and a wife who was so exhausted that all she wanted to do was go to bed and not get up for a week.  But even though I felt like that, I still stayed on the blow-up mattress in the living room with William to prevent any disturbances to Michaels’ recovery time.

It’s Easter Sunday.  My mum has just arrived to pick William and I up to go to an Easter party.  It was only a small one…  I didn’t really want to go, but it was an outing for William.

Part way into the day, my cousin told me that she was expecting baby number 3, and she was 19 weeks.  I was over the moon for her.  My cousin and her husband are amazing parents to their two children, and they have so much love to give, so a third little one would have completed them.

Sunday, 7 April 2013.  It’s evening, about 9pm…  My mum phones me to tell me that my cousin has lost the baby.  There was simply too much liquid surrounding the baby, and it didn’t survive.  I’m distraught for them.

Tuesday, 9 April 2013 – Things are starting to look up a little.  I get my car back.  It feels strange to be driving again, but it’s a weight lifted.

Wednesday, 10 April 2013.  My cousin went in to hospital today to ‘carry’ her baby.

It’s still 10 April…  I’m literally in the car, pulling out the driveway to go to work.  Michael and William are seeing me off, and Michael gets a phone call.  He almost collapses at the side of the car…  I have to pull William away from him, through my open drivers side window.  Michaels grandmother has passed away throughout the night.  There was nothing wrong with her…  Other than the add aches and pains that the elderly normally struggle with.  It was sincerely a shock to the system.

It’s now Thursday, 11 April 2013.  I find out that my cousin ‘delivered’ a little girl.  Elsie Jayne.  She was half a pound in weight.

The following week, I have to take the Thursday and the Friday off work.  Two funerals in two days.  And in between, on the Thursday night, Michael and I prepared the buffet for the wake for the funeral of his grandmother on the Friday.

On Saturday, 20 April 2013, we went on holiday.  My mum, dad, Michael, William and I, were all going to the Netherlands for 10 days.  That trip will come in a separate blog post, as I really need to write a review on the trip 🙂

On Sunday, 21 April 2013, we were off the ferry and driving towards our first destination, when we all fancied something to eat.  Stopping at the nearest fast food place, we all piled in to KFC.  Back into the car, we drove for approximately 40 miles when we reached Haarlem.

My dad had been looking forward to visiting the Frans Hals art gallery, and so he scheduled this specific stop-over into our itinerary.  We drove around the town for almost 30 minutes looking for somewhere to park.  Eventually, we were all out the car when, yet again, disaster struck.

Dad:  “Have you got everything..?”

Me:  “Yeah…  You just need to get the pram for me.”

Mum:  “Is my handbag in the front with you, Barb..?”

We searched the car high and low, practically pulling everything out of the car.  In the panic, I had also slammed the front passenger door against Michaels’ head…  Mum’s handbag was nowhere to be seen.  That meant only one thing…  She had left it in the KFC, some 40 miles or so away.  We had no choice but to try and find the place as soon as possible.  It wasn’t just that mum’s purse was in there, but her phone, medication and ALL of our passports too…

After three quarters of an hour, we managed to find the roadside rest stop again, but we were on the wrong side of the road…  Mum and Michael got out of the car, into the services and across the bridge…  I stayed in the car with dad.  We managed to turn the car around at an exit, approximately 2 miles away from the services.  We were just back on the motorway when Michael phoned me.  They’ve got the bag.  Everything was still inside.  It was exactly where it had been left…  Hanging on the back of a chair, outside KFC in the sunshine.

We’re back home…  It’s almost a week later…  We’re now on Saturday, 4 May 2013.  A Doctor Who exhibition opens today, not far from where we live.  William loves the Doctor, so we really had to go…

We’re all ready to go.  I’m outisde, locking the kitchen door and I ask Mike to get the pram out of the garage.  William, in all his excitement, follows Michael.  He’s eager, almost running…  He trips over his feet and the little step into the garage and uses his face for a break…  An ‘egg’ appears instantly, as does a big bruise and scrapings…  There’s blood spots…  I start panicking, as per usual.  His beautiful face.

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The spots of blood remained at just that.  It’s a week later, now, and there is only a very small trace that he had injured his face at all.

That brings us up to date with everything that has been going on with 2013.  There is something else that is really annoying me, and will more than likely come to an end in 2013, but I can’t mention that here…  I may blog about it when it happens, but I’m afraid you will have to remain on tender hooks for the time being.

So, 2013, whatever else you have in store for me this year, you can keep it.  I don’t need it.