Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Get organised for the New Year (A Review)

I think my lack of Christmas spirit over the years has slowly rubbed off on my children.  The princess is not bothered about it at all and little man is insistent that he doesn't want a tree, or presents from Santa.  In his own words, 
"Santa is scary 'cause he goes down the chimney." 
He doesn't mind mummy getting him gifts but as far as Santa goes, he's staying well clear.

I always buy a few gifts for the children but don't often buy myself Christmas presents however what I do buy for myself at the beginning of every new year, either calender year or school year, is a new diary.  I like to think that as each new year approaches I will have lots of fun and interesting meetings or outings to add to it, the truth is many of the pages are filled merely with birthdays, doodles or  the odd note about a school I have to attend.  My daughter on the other hand has a much busier social life which, for my sanity, I need to start documenting.  

My newest diary happens to be one where I can document both my week's plans and the children's weekly plans side by side which gives me the comfort of making sure I don't book a lunch date when I have to rush off and pick up the teen from Beauty and The Beast practice.

Left hand side for my week, right hand side for everyone else's week

This diary comes courtesy of Mum's Office, which has a range of "beautiful stationary designed for mothers managing and organising family life."  The Mum's Diary 2015 I received is of really good quality, it has different sections for important information such as pocket money record, personal information and contacts as well as a section to note your overview for the year.  The diary comes in a range of colours and is a nice size to be able to write a brief note for the day yet is still small enough to fit in your handbag.

If you are looking to be more organised for your family life then these diaries are certainly worth a look at.

Better still, if you're not a scrooge like me, you may want to buy one as a gift for one of your mummy friends or family.

I received a complimentary Mum's diary 2015 for the purpose of this review.

Saturday, 22 November 2014

R.I.P Beautiful Soul

On November 15th 2014 a beautiful girl aged just 14 took her own life.  Her family cried, my daughter cried, I cried, the community cried.  There are so many questions left unanswered when one so young decides that this world is just too much for them to bear.  When they decide that although they are loved, and as much as they love back, the hatred in this world is just too overwhelming.  It seems that although she touched the hearts of many and lit their faces with smiles her own smile was covering up a pain that she could not share.

Yesterday we attended a memorial for my daughters friend.  It was one arranged by her friends to celebrate her life and say goodbye to someone they all loved.  I stood in the background and listened on, it was clear from the stories her friends and loved ones told that Ashdon was a young girl full of love for others, she would be the listening ear, the adviser, the one who would start dancing and laughing and lighten the mood in any situation.  

Her friends were left in disbelief that they would no longer see her big bun or her smiling face skipping towards them down the hallway; that they would no longer get to meet her "at 7.35 sharp," because she didn't like to be late and most heartfelt was that they would no longer get to share the future they had imagined in her company.  She is no longer a phone call away and as hard as that is for the girls to deal with, they did her proud yesterday and left everyone there with positive memories of a life gone to soon.

Her mum and close relatives were in attendance and towards the end of the memorial, after a song her some of her friends had made for her, most members of her family and friends released blue (Ashdon's favourite colour) balloons and said goodbye to a beautiful soul.

R.I.P Ashdon

Monday, 10 November 2014

Then I Roar

I'm lost for words.  

Therefore I read.  

I allow myself to be entwined in a world of fiction where the characters lives are merely a reflection of reality.  They dance through pages creating gnawing images in my mind and leave me wondering what next? Who next?  Where next?  

Why is it, when I'm lost for words, words are the only hings I can find?  Is it that they give me comfort where human interaction fails?  Or that they cause little confusion and allow me to think deeply, yet not to think a all.  

I can bury myself in the horror of them and allow the magic to tickle at my senses.  I wait as crosses threaten to hang noughts and hold my breath as a 'mongrel' baby falls asleep for what might be her last time.

What is it about this language that stops me from communicating my thoughts however forces me into a world where only the thoughts of others are visible?

Why is it that when my mouth stays closed my mind remains open?  Like a caged lion it eats up all that is thrown and releases nothing but the occasional incomprehensible roar.

I'm sorry.

I'm lost for words.

Therefore I read.