Happy New Year!

So this is it, 2011 is truly over and although it was a good year, it was a weird one.

You know, it is funny how you can get caught in the rush and whatever life throws at you and forget to take time to watch your children laugh, laugh with them and enjoy life. Sometime it is hard to hit the brake and not worry that chances will pass you by if you do. This post was going to go up on the 1st but it didn’t because I decided to slow right down during the holidays to enjoy my family, and boy I did!

Last year I have been guilty of not spending the right amount of quality time with my boys. I have been living alongside of them not with them. I have made sure they were looked after, fed, wearing appropriate clothes and had enough toys to play with. However I have not let them get messy as much as they should have had or asked them to be quiet too many times.

I haven’t read them enough stories and too many times I have pushed them aside to prioritise work.

I have let down many friends and didn’t allow more time to see them.

This was wrong and 2012 is the corner. We are changing rules.
Elliott and Victor will only be young for a limited amount of time and nothing is worth missing that when you have the choice.

When I look back on 2011 I realise that I forgot to balance my life. Actually I forgot to live my life properly. I have been a machine under stress repeating the same pattern day in, day out and I have missed many opportunities to stop and breathe.

So for 2012 my most important goal is to reclaim fun, focus and creativity.

My computer will be turned off at 3pm everyday when I pick up the boys and I will spend time with them reading, learning, playing, cuddling and laughing.

I will take the time to cook good healthy food everyday and avoid the easy pre-packaged option as much as I can.

I will have dates with my husband.

I will read novels again and I will meditate.

I will meet my friends for coffee and go shopping.

I will take lots of photos, cross stitch and knit.

I will love and enjoy every single day!

I hope you all have dreams and wishes that will make 2012 another great one and don’t forget to take the time to live fully…

This is what I want to remember of 2011

Happy New Year to you all!

When your husband forgets your anniversary, that’s what you get in …

A box of Leonidas, 3 chocolate eclairs from Paul (two were gone by the time the photo was taken) and 2 slices of chocolate moelleux, still from Paul’s!

I’m totally cool with that (my hips and arse hate me though!)



Happy Anniversary… “I” didn’t forget!

“Happy Anniversary darling” I say to Craig trying to look at him passed the children and teddy bears between us in our bed.

“Euh?!” He looks at me half asleep.

“Happy ANNIVERSARY! Shall I spell it for you? Do you remember four years ago? Apart for the big boozy party you were at, you also exchanged wows with me!”

“What?! Oh My God did I forget?!”

“Well obviously you have…”

I am not sure whether to be mad at him or not. Actually to be entirely fair I almost forgot too and if it wasn’t for the big note on the calendar that says 4th Anniversary!!!!!” I probably would have gone through the day without remembering either.

Is it bad do you think? Is it bad that I am not that worried about forgetting it? It doesn’t mean that I don’t care, of course not. I suppose Craig makes me feel special most days of the year so I really don’t feel I need to celebrate the special day we got married every year. It doesn’t mean not celebrating it at all.

I love my husband and although we have days when we barely even speak to each other because of all the distractions in our daily life, he is my soul mate and my companion for life. He is my shoulder to cry on and my sharer of big news. He is my coach, motivating me and praising me whenever I need a boost. He is the one I cuddle up to every evening and the reason I fall asleep peacefully every night.

So happy anniversary my darling, I love you bigger than this!

BUT YOU BETTER REMEMBER NEXT YEAR!!

The Gallery: Men

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This is my first participation to the Gallery that Tara organises at Sticky Fingers. Not that I didn’t want to before but more that I was, well you all know now, the lousiest blogger on the blogosphere, the party pooper, the one who doesn’t get involved anymore.

I want it to change and when you want something really hard you can make it happen, can’t you?

So the theme this week is Men.

I have 3 of them in my life, well one man and 2 boys. So here is my man and what he represents to me:

The best present in ages

My husband, the Fabulous, the Great made of gold Husband of the year, gave me a present.
It is not my birthday and Christmas is still a few weeks away. He hasn’t got anything to be forgiven, or at least I hope.
His present his not chocolate or flowers. It is not a necklace or new clothes.
His present to me is 2 days of solitude! The dream present, or so it seemed.
They are still at home and planning to leave in a couple of hours and I am getting nervous… what am i going to do with all that free time? Am I going to miss them or feel alone?
Nah! Of course I won’t!

Is it right or wrong to love your children more than your partner?

A week ago or so, I stumbled upon this post written by the Mummy Whisperer and here is the comment I made:

That’s a very interesting and yet very tricky question…
I have to say that when I read the title of your post I wasn’t expecting the content to be mainly on co/Independence, because to me this is not so related. But that’s a good point you raised.
To me you see, loving someone so hard that you would die or kill for them doesn’t mean that you become completely dependent.
For example my children are the most precious people in my life. The love I feel and have discovered for them is so big that it physically hurts when I imagine that the worst could happen to them. However being a very independent person myself, I am trying to juggle between giving them their own space as well as keeping my own to myself and my husband, but at the same time I make myself always available for when they need to come to me for anything, from primary needs to comfort. It seems to work really well with my children.
I am the same with my husband. The same as for my children, if anything had to happen to him, I would probably crumble to the ground and it would probably mean that I would never be able to love anyone else. I am hoping and praying to never have to be in this situation. But talking about dependence, I can’t say I am dependent on him in everyday situation but I depend on the love he gives me and the confidence he brings out of me. This is a very hard to describe feeling.
I witnessed this situation of dependence between my parents when I was growing up and when they divorced after 28 year of marriage, my mum was left very sad and lonely, with no interests in anything. This is something I have always rejected and I guess this is at the back of my mind in my own relationship. I want my children to feel their mum can sort herself out if she ends up on her own and that they can go and live their own life without worrying about me.
Talking about love, I would say I do love my children and husband with the same intensity, but a different love. I hope I make sense
Thanks for this post and sorry for such a long comment!

Comment by Perfectly Happy Mum —

I have to say that this post got me thinking for a long time and the proof is that I am still thinking about it now.

If we put aside the notion of codependency, is it possible to love your partner more than your own children? I personally can’t imagine it myself. I believe that the love you have for your own children is completely different to the one you have for your partner.

I believe that the love we have for our children is part of our animal instinct. Look in the wild and observe. Look at how natural it is for animals to protect their brood. There is no hesitation to kill whoever decides to come close. There is a deep connection between our children and ourselves and nothing can go against that.
Of course I am not talking of people who have got mental issues and can sit happily watching their child, or any child, suffer. This to me is impossible to conceive and even more now that I have children of my own. How can you not love your children? but that’s another subject.

How can you love anyone more than your own children? I know that some people do feel they would be more hurt losing their husband rather than their own child but I find it very hard to even imagine. So why is it?

My husband and I are what some people call soul mate. We met and we instantly knew it was right. As well as being incredibly attracted to each other we quickly became best friends. You know when they say “I met him and I knew he was the one”? well this was exactly that.

The love I feel for him is a love on equal terms. We are both adults and we could exist without the other. We can provide for ourselves. We can fulfill our own basic needs so I guess that this is where the difference lay. Children are completely reliable on us until they are able to fly the nest and live their own life so I suppose one part of the attachment is due to our nature of nurturing parent. But once they have flown the nest and don’t need us anymore do we love them less? Of course not.

The only thing I can think of is that like I said in my comment: I do love them all with the same intensity but differently.
If this meant that I had to choose then I would choose my children a million times, and be broken hearted a million times…

Your comments are more than welcome and noone will have a judgement, so please let me know your views. Thank you!

Why don’t men wake up at night?!!

This morning started like any other… 5h40 I hear whispers coming from the other room… 5h45 I can hear the heavy stomp… 5h46 I feel someone coming on our bed, jumping up and down, saying “morning! Wake up!”

I have had enough… I just want to sleep for a whole week! Why don’t they let me sleep? Why do they wake up so early? I can’t wait for the day they will be sleeping until midday and I will set my alarm clock to go and wake them up jumping on their bed!

So why don’t men wake up at night?

When we had Elliott, Craig would sleep through the crying at 3am and as soon as Nala would snore (slightly louder than usual) he would jump out of bed arms, duvet flying and ready for the fight!

Now here is “his” explanation to this. It all goes back to prehistoric men; you know when we were living in a grotto, with no electricity, no tap water, no designer clothes… Hell really. So back then men were programmed to protect their families from predators and were then more likely to hear noises that meant danger.

That’s why now, The Man hears when someone whispers next to his car at 3 am and can spend a good 15 min making sure that this “predator” is not going to touch his “baby”. The man will also hear a cat walking on the garage roof and will go downstairs with the dog to make sure no “predator” is trying to steal his lawn mower.

The woman will be programmed to do lots of things such as washing, cooking the dear brought back from hunting, ironing with stones and making sure she feeds and HEARS the baby at 3 am!

So the woman decided that if the man doesn’t wake up at night, then he will have to go to work with a bear skin on his back and no shoes at all, because all his shirts and shoes will be given to Oxfam!

Got it?!

We will never say it enough… Communicate!!

“Communication is the key” we’ve all heard that before but how many of us communicate effectively?

Last Sunday I woke up after my weekend lie in, I got out of bed, and was probably in a bad mood… ok, ok I was in a very bad mood…

I arrive downstairs and I look at my lounge in horror! toys everywhere, dog spread across the rug, Elliott sat in the dog bed and it starts going wild inside… I said it millions of times: Dog in the Dog bed, Kids on the rug!! hard to understand? I can try more simplistic way: dog/dog bed; kids/rug! better? It doesn’t seem to…

So here I am walking across the rug, over the dog and step on my sons toys… that hurts!

I get to the kitchen to make myself a nice cup of coffee… Sink full, porridge drying on the worktop, dishwasher still full!!! Hormones going wild, breathe, breathe, breeeaathe… feeling slightly better.

Elliott is in a “I-don’t-want-mummy” day today (as quite often when daddy is around) so after quite a few rejections and bad temper I dare saying “get him out of my sight, I don’t want him around”… Shock! Horror!! you-are-such-a-bad-mummy look coming form my husband! I am sorry to say that this really didn’t help my mood and I leave the room, slam doors and do what girls do best, cry!

I come back downstairs 2 min later and say “fine you go for a walk on your own” I don’t want to see any of them anyway (we were supposed to go together).

Then back again “I will come after all, I won’t let anyone making me feel like I am a bad mum!!”

I have time to change my mind and curse my husband a couple of times and finally decide that I will go, that’s my final answer!

Off we go and in the car. I don’t have to say that you could cut the air with a knife (translation of a French saying so I don’t know if you would say the same in English). Anyway we weren’t talking for a little while and then I started the conversation (or shall I say the argument…?)

Me: “why do you make me feel like I am such a bad mum? do you think that it is because I don’t love him that I feel this way? I am tired, need some space, spend my week looking after them and is it such a bad thing to ask one hour to myself?”

Him: “do you think I play cards at work? and when I come home I help you!”

Me: “do you think that running my business is just fun too? (well it is quite fun but shush, don’t admit it) Do you think I am playing at “I am a Life Coach” and tomorrow I could play at “look at me I am a fire(wo)man”! (Fit men in uniform for colleagues? why not?)”

Me again: “when do I get some rest and don’t think about changing a nappy, feeding someone or sitting bored in a park watching our son or pushing the swing?”

Me AGAIN!: “Haven’t you had some fun making them? Don’t you think that you deserve some of the trouble too??!!”

Silence… I won, I won (of course I don’t say it out loud)… then I start thinking… He is right, he does work hard and comes home to help me with bath time and feeding. Lately he has been doing the last feed because I was either working or sleeping, at weekends he always let me have one good lie in and does most of the chores that day, and he copes with my moods better than anyone around me has ever done…

Huge guilt feeling is taking over… I acknowledge his efforts and request that it takes back the fact that I am playing during the day!

He says: “I never said it, you did!”

I reply: “It doesn’t matter, take it back!”

He says: “ok I take it back” and smiles, I smile back…

It is so easy when you are tired and irritable to fall into the trap of the argument for silly reason. We have all done it and will all do it again.

Communication is all about mutual respect so here are are some simple rules that can greatly limit the damage:

Clear the air regularly

In a relationship there is a filter and this filter often get clogged up with some silly things such as “I am always the one taking the dog out” or “Can’t you help with the children instead of expecting me to do everything”. These are what I call the minor incidents. They don’t take much space in the filter. Then you have the much bigger ones, which can block the filter just by themselves and they are the more profound ones, they either involve your relationship with your partner or with mutual families, etc.

It is extremely important that we empty and clean the filter regularly if we don’t want the machine to breakdown… so take time to talk constructively (arguments don’t count).

Say what you want and what you need

Unless you in a relationship with a crystal ball reader, not many of us are very good at guessing what the other think and want (men or women). How can you expect the other to guess what is going on in your head?

Also lets admit it, men are pretty basic (I am not being patronising here). What I mean is that a man is practical, it is all in the action, and what seems obvious to a woman is not always that obvious to a man. Lets take this example: there are dishes near the sink and they need to be either washed or put away in the dishwasher.

Woman “oh, dirty dishes to be cleaned or put away, let’s do it right now!”

Man “was there any dishes? really? I didn’t pay attention… oh, you would like me to put them into the dishwasher?! that’s fine, you just need to ask”

Now this is how it works ladies! do not expect others to guess your needs or feelings, say it! It gains time and energy. You can ask simple think really simply. There is nothing wrong with asking for help, or anything else. If you don’t make an issue of it, it won’t become one.

If it doesn’t work after asking, say how it makes you feel. Say how disappointed or unsupported you feel. Avoid talking if you are in a bad mood or ready to shout. Always be ready and open to the other side of the story. How can you expect to have your feelings heard if you don’t hear the other’s.

Try as much as possible to talk in a positive way

Whatever the situation try as much as you can to have a calm conversation about the issue. Listen to each other and admit that you are not always the one who is right (even if us women we are pretty good at being right aaallll the time!).

If it is difficult for you to talk without shouting try this little exercise:

Write letters! Bring back to life the old letter and write how you feel about a situation in particular or about a more general issue. Keep the letter overnight to make sure when you read it again that you haven’t said more than you really think. Ask your partner to reply to the letter with his side of the story.

Make it what you wish, agree on commitments, compromises, future plans together, anything at all. This is all about you and your partner.

Whatever the situation, never stop to communicate!