Wednesday, 23 January 2008

Acceptance!

Last week was my birthday! Last night I was putting away my birthday presents and, as I had received some money in the way of cheques, writing out my paying in slip. This got me thinking.

In 2006, on my 27th birthday, I remember someone asking what I wanted for my birthday. I couldn't think of anything, but suggested they gave me money or gift vouchers and I would go and buy myself some clothes. However, I seem to remember saying I needed to lose half a stone first, so would go on a shopping spree once I had lost the pounds (in weight that is).

last year, on my 28th birthday, again I was asked by the same person what I wanted for my birthday. I gave the same response but, as I was 7 months pregnant, suggested I go shopping for clothes once the baby has been born and I was back to my desired weight.

So, that was my 29th birthday last week. What did I ask for...money and gift vouchers. This time saying I would go shopping once I had lost a stone!!!

So, there we have it, 3 years of birthday money (and Christmas money) gone unspent because in that time I haven't reached my goal.

True, I am not putting that much effort into losing the weight (I've just eaten a bag of revels). Should I start putting in the effort, or just accept that this is the size I am!?

A new look!

I've had my hair cut.

I'm not sure about it.

I went into a new salon (as in I've never been before), one of the fashionable, young, trendy hairdressers. I asked for a bob with a fringe.

That's what I've got...kind of!

If I had Dawn's blog skills (cheers Dawn) I might have put a picture on here.

I'm not sure about it (the hair cut, that is)

It's a bit too "hip" for me!

I've never been fashionable in my life. Now I am, I'm not sure I like it.

Hmmmm! How long does it take for hair to grow????

Coincidences?

Someone forwarded me an email today...it was one I have before about 9/11 in which some of those people that should have been in the building at the time of the attack where actually elsewhere, ie. taking their child to kindergarten, getting doughnuts, stopping for a plaster to cover a blister, and how these things weren't just coincidence, but it was God.

The email then went onto say how you might think of someone you haven't seen for a while, and then hear from them out of the blue, or you are looking for an opportunity that suddenly shows itself. None of these are coincidences. It's all God.

As I watched the slideshow, I had a strange feeling!

A couple of weeks ago, as the new term approached and I knew I had to start thinking about going back to work, I spoke to someone about childcare. The person had offered although, when we actually sat down and talked about it, it wasn't as straightforward as I would have liked. However, I let them know I was thinking about going back to work, if they would like to look after Samuel.

The very same day, I had a text message from an old colleague at the school where I used to work. She told me about a job, Mondays and Tuesdays in a Y2 class. Although I wasn't looking forward to going back to work, I knew that this was ideal...2 days a week, in a school with which I was familiar, and with people I knew. I also thought...what a coincidence! Arranging childcare and hearing about a job on the same day!

After speaking to my husband, though, we decided that Samuel was too young for me to go back to work just yet and we are in a fortunate position where I can stay at home with him. So we decided to leave it for a while and wait until Samuel's a bit older.

A fantastic decision on my part as I love being at home with Samuel every day.

However, I can't help but wonder now, have I passed up one of God's opportunities? Or was it that God was in my decision not to go back to work? How do you know? I know it feels right staying at home at the moment...but is that my decision or God's? I just don't know!

Friday, 11 January 2008

Zombie-fied

Why is it that, between the ages of 16 and 24 (ish), I could stay up until the early hours of the morning, whether it be out with friends, watching tv, finishing coursework, and I wasn't affected by it and yet, now, at the tender age of 28 (29 in 17 days), I am utterly exhausted!

To cut a long story short, by 1.45am this morning, not 1 of the 3 inhabitants of our humble abode had been asleep! The cause...teeth! Samuel's teeth to be exact! We have waited for weeks for his top front teeth to come through. One arrived, with quite a lot of discomfort, on Sunday afternoon (Hip, hip hooray!) and I don't think the other one is too far behind!

Today, I sent a text to an old friend who has a baby of a similar age. She suggested AShton and Parsons teething powder. Any of you Mums heard of it and, if so, why has no one told me about it before!

Does it work?

It's hard to tell but, put it this way, this is the first night in over a week that Samuel has gone to sleep of his own accord!

Fingers, toes, hands, arm, legs, feet, crossed that he stays that way!