Not bad considering I haven’t picked up the pipes in 12 months…
- Read more. Aim to read at least one book per month. If you start a book, finish it. Even if you don’t like it…
- Write more. You have such a creative mind, and you’re letting it go to waste. Write at least one piece of poetry, and one short-story per month. Get in to the habit of writing, then when you feel more confident, start writing that book…
- Every night, write a bullet point list containing three things that you are grateful for on that day.
- Teach Gning how to play chess and backgammon. At least once a month, play a game of each.
- Start keeping the house. Properly. No more “I’ll do it in a minute…” – if it needs doing, do it now. Stop leaving everything until later – it’ll only pile up, and mean more work for you.
Today is the last day of 2017.
It’s been a rather eventful year, and one that I can actually say, hasn’t been a bad one. Granted, there have been several ups and downs, but this year has been one of the better ones, over the past few.
A few reflections of 2017…
- Gning started year one in school.
- Donut started nursery.
- I finished working at the DWP – one of the hardest, yet satisfying decisions of my life.
- The hubby started full-time work.
- Donuts’ speech is coming along beautifully.
- Gning passed his “Stage 1” in swimming.
- My depression seems to have stabilised somewhat, and I’m relying less and less on my medication.
- I have restarted the old way of communicating, in “penpalling” (good old fashioned pens, paper, envelopes and stamps).
- I made a new, very dear friend.
When I was younger, I used to always make resolutions for the upcoming new year, however, as more than likely everyone else, they never usually lasted longer than a week or two.
For 2018, however, I have decided on a couple…
- Read more. I would like to read at least one book per calendar month.
- Write more. Not letters, but write more poetry, and short stories – just like I used to “pre-children”.
So, without further ado, I bid thee farewell 2017, and 2018, I welcome you with open arms.
This is the final post of 2014. For after this, I shall never make another post again this year.
2014 has been a mixed bag of emotions. There have been ups and downs, laughs and tears, good and bad news… Much the same as every year.
There have been a lot of ‘firsts’ in the household… Gningy started “school” (nursery). Hubby has been working full time since May (first time in a long time… Jobs are just so difficult to get here). I found out that I was expecting ‘Donut’. Gningy, hubby and I took our first family holiday abroad.
Hmmm… The year has been rather uneventful, other than the above.
Anyway, tonight I shall be raising a glass (of non-alcoholic substance) to 2014, and I shall raise it again to welcome 2015.
So long, 2014. It’s been… Interesting.
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 ❤
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 ^_^
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.