tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35773806878386525782024-03-13T02:47:45.537+00:00The Musings Of A Working Mum And Wife!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12640934604322952086noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577380687838652578.post-7989536781434660872013-10-07T23:04:00.000+01:002013-10-07T23:04:04.624+01:00My Dad................When you are a kid you really don't think about anything your parents do for you. You get to go swimming every week, get given money to go ice skating, get party invites, and presents and a card appear for your friends. School clubs and trips are paid for without a second thought. The birthday and Christmas presents you want so badly, are there waiting for you to open and the pocket money is dished out without a second thought. That pair of Nike trainers you've been wanting for ages finally arrives........it's never ending.........<br />
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It is not until you are much older, possibly even when you have your own children and the cycle starts again that it makes you think of everything your parents did for you........</div>
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This year my lovely Dad was diagnosed with Cancer of the Oesophagus. Initially, we were all pretty upset at the diagnoses, but we got over it and all began to think positively and that he will get through it as so many other people do. However, half way through his chemo we discovered that it was having no affect whatsoever. This was bad, and to make matters worse, because of the location of the tumor and the kind of operation he was to have and his health not being good. The chances of surviving the operation are extremely slim. Again....not good. You can read Dads take on it <a href="http://tomstronach.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/mr-fat-update-and-end-game.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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I can not even imagine what it is like to be told that if we go ahead with the operation you will not survive and if you don't.......you've only got roughly ex amount of time left. Yet this is the situation we are now in.......As I write this now we have just told my kids the news that Grandad may not be here in a years time. Last week, their two cousins were told. So now that everyone knows........what now? </div>
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My Dad is being strong and has accepted the inevitable, but to be honest I know it is just a front. I'm not ready for him to go and don't want him to.......I will miss him dearly.........and will make the most of the time we have....</div>
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The initial few days after being told were tough, trying hard to not let the kids see me upset. If I was feeling sad they were told "Mummy's just feeling tired" and they were fine with that. Although, I'm sure they didn't really believe that was all. My kids are pretty clued up for 7year olds. I found the hardest part was when I was alone in the car. Any sad song or just any love song on the radio would set me off crying, and if I turned the radio off I was stuck with silence and my own thoughts. Both as bad as each other. Then there are the small things that you see, hear or smell that bring back memories.......</div>
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I drove past a group of cyclists last week and ended up crying my eyes out. All because I remembered my Dad teaching me to ride my bike along Murray Road, and our shared love of cycling came flooding back. I remember every year sat together watching the Tour de France and then me being so enthused by it going out and riding my bike up and down the street as fast as I could. We even went to see it once when it came to the England. I was hoping again to do that next year..........we shall see. I'm keeping everything crossed. </div>
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At the moment he is still well and still working, if not a little tired and I guess we take each day as it comes. </div>
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You are always in our thoughts Dad and always will be. I pulled this out of Holly's school bag the other day.....<br />
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You make me laugh, cry, mad, frustrated, happy and proud and I am very proud to have you as my Dad. </div>
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If this made you cry Dad, then we're more than even after your <a href="http://tomstronach.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/mr-fat-update-and-end-game.html" target="_blank">post</a>!! :-)</div>
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I love you xxx</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12640934604322952086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577380687838652578.post-85622901184749537142013-09-27T22:54:00.003+01:002013-09-27T22:54:50.422+01:00This year so far......Well Hello there!<br />
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It appears I haven't blogged since December. Not on purpose really, but because so much has happened I haven't really had time. In my last blog I had booked a gym instructor course and couldn't wait for it to get started. Well, I can't believe how quickly the time has flown because I am now a qualified gym instructor. Hooray for me!! </div>
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I completed all the home learning and passed all my coursework. Then it was time for the three day course. I was really nervous building up to the first day, but once I met everyone and realised it was other people like me on the course I was fine! So, once I found I'd passed, I thought it would be easy to find a job! Ha! How stupid was I!!!! (Don't answer that please, I know the answer)</div>
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I enquired with most gyms locally. Some had nothing no positions at the moment, some never responded and I got an interview at one. It was a ladies only gym....perfect I thought.....not so much it turned out. I rocked up for my interview and spoke to the lady on reception who took my name and said "someone will be with you shortly, take a seat" I waited patiently for about 10mins. The lady I originally spoke to kept making eye contact with me and smiling but not saying anything, just kept tapping away on her computer. Then she grabbed her coat and said she'd be about 5 mins and be right with me. Now I'm thinking, are you who I'm seeing for my interview? As she never introduced herself or made it clear that she would be interviewing me, just that someone would be with me. It was all a bit weird to be honest. So 5mins later she comes back, takes her coat off, NOW introduces herself and we crack on with the interview! I never got the job. But to be honest, I'm glad! How hard would it have been to say when I came in,"Hi Marie, I'm (insert any name here), I'm running a bit late. I'll be about 15mins. Take a seat and ill be right with you". In the words of my Dad "Is it me!!" For me, it's all about first impressions. If the first impression is not good we're already off on the wrong foot. I can't stand bad first impressions. About as much as I can't stand weak hand shakes. I hate it. Especially, if you shake a mans hand and its a pathetic, wet blanket of a shake. Grrrr! </div>
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So anyways, I decided I wasn't going to apply for anymore and just carry on with my studies and keep going to the gym and taking part in as many classes as I could. Then one day, I see an advertisement for a part-time fitness consultant at a local leisure centre, that is going to re-open after a major refurb. So I apply, get an interview and lo-and-behold I only got the job. Hooray for me!!!! *does little claps* </div>
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I actually love my job and I actually never thought I would ever utter those words. There is no pressure and I don't have to rely on anyone else, but me, to be able to do my job correctly. It also doesn't feel like I'm going to work when I'm there. Which is a lovely feeling. </div>
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Not to end on a bad note. But although this has turned out to be a good year work wise. It has been a bad year personally as my Dad and Godfather both got diagnosed with Cancer. Dad with Cancer of the oesophagus, and Robert with lung Cancer. </div>
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You can follow my Dads blog <a href="http://tomstronach.blogspot.co.uk/p/mr-fat.html" target="_blank">here</a>. His blogs are fab but the last one he just wrote makes me cry so you have been warned! I am thinking of writing one about it all as well, but we shall see.................<br />
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Holly & I running the Race for Life in June.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12640934604322952086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577380687838652578.post-531197522721207942012-12-19T18:44:00.001+00:002012-12-20T18:51:25.739+00:00The start of something new........So, today I booked myself on a L2 gym instructor course and then a L3 Personal Trainer course and I actually cannot wait to get started in the new year. <br />
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I've only ever had two jobs since I was 16, and both of them have been working in restaurants. In both of these jobs I have worked my way up to manager level. As time is getting on I've decided I need a change as I'm getting a bit fed up, and the kids are at an age where I don't have to do EVERYTHING for them. Although they are only 6, so I still have to cook I guess, and remind my son to change his socks at least once a week! <br />
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Anyways, I've always been interested and enjoyed sport and exercise. But what with work and kids, I just never seemed to find the time and I've been thinking about doing it for a long time now. Especially since joining a running group just over a year ago. I was nervous about joining the group, but it's also one of the best things I've done and I've made some friends along the way. So I've done something about it..............<br />
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When I was at school we all had to do some work experience. I arranged to to mine at a leisure centre, as I fancied working in one. In what capacity I wasn't sure, but it interested me. The day before I was due to start I got appendicitis. So it never happened....... <br />
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As its the school holidays we've come to stay at my parents, and are using them as a base for day trips in to London with the kids. <br />
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I ran my first 10k, yay! *does little very proud of myself claps*
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As a family, we embarked on our first family holiday abroad. We travelled to Fuertaventura and spent a week in the SUN! Yes, there is still such a thing as the sun and it was wonderful! As soon as we got back I started looking for next years holiday. So I'm pleased to say I officially have the holiday bug again. Oh how I missed it!<br />
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Also, I've also been considering a career change. I've been working in the restaurant industry since I was 16 and I 'like' my job, but don't love it at the moment. It's a big step and am looking in to it, so we'll see what happens......<br />
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The kids were invested in Beavers last month. They love it!<br />
HOWEVER........... I love my children dearly, but if they don't earn any badges whilst at Beavers I will not be upset. I hate sewing!!! It took me a whole evening to sew on six badges.<br />
Much wine was drunk that evening......oh hang on maybe that was my problem! Anyhoo! I hate sewing!!!! FACT!!!!!<br />
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Since sewing the badges I have found out there is such a thing as fabric glue. So during these holidays, I will be hunting the shops for this product and will gladly pay many pounds for it if it gets me out of sewing!</div>
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Happy little Beavers with slightly askew badges. </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12640934604322952086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577380687838652578.post-69983383276965477052012-01-15T16:32:00.001+00:002012-01-15T17:03:08.470+00:00My Week....again!This is the second time I'm gonna try and write this! The first time I wrote it all out and before I could post it I got distracted by my kids and deleted it!! <br />
So here we go......<br />
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It's not been a particularly eventful week. But it's been the first full week of normality since the kids went back to school. Peter and I even managed to have the same days off and spend some time together (whilst the kids were at school). <br />
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My Wednesday night running group restarted and I was dreading it. For no other reason than I'd majorly overstuffed during the crimbo period! But considering that, I felt really good and did better than I thought I might. I still ached on Thursday though! But it's a start. I've also said I will compete in two 5k runs in Feb. So more reason to put more effort in to my running!<br />
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That's about it really... Not much else to report. <br />
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Oh and we managed to sort out our garage at long bloody last AND de-mice it!! Yes we had mice in the garage, actually caught 5 altogether! But that's for another blog!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12640934604322952086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577380687838652578.post-42632623743689994372011-12-29T07:07:00.001+00:002012-01-01T16:53:14.080+00:00Christmas!I love Christmas! It's my favourite time of the year. I'm very much a winter girl. Though don't get me wrong, I can be a bit if a sun worshipper during the summer months. But there is something about winter and Christmas time that I just love.....<br />
Before we had our children, both my hubby and I used to work every Christmas Day. I didn't like working it because it's Christmas, and Christmas day in my eyes should be spent at home with family. But because we worked together it didn't matter, because we were together!<br />
Now however, it's different. Obviously as we now have the kids I cannot work Christmas, which I love. But the other half still has too. Which sucks!! <br />
For the first couple of years we had to set our alarm for Christmas morning so we had enough time to open everything before hubby went to work. As the kids were a bit young to understand really what Christmas was about, and opened everything really slowly. Wanting to play with each toy as they opened it.<br />
This year was slightly different however!<br />
The kids are 5yr old now. I have boy/girl twins, in case you didn't know....<br />
They hung their stockings on Christmas eve and went to bed super excited. I have to admit I was excited too as I love seeing the joy, happiness and excitement on their little faces. <br />
At exactly 4.45am, Holly came through to our room shouting "He's been and he's written me a message on my blackboard". The message read..'To Holly, Merry Christmas from, Santa x'<br />
We let her tell us and show us what he'd left in her stocking and then told her not to wake her brother up yet. But to go back to bed, she didn't have to go to sleep but it was too early to go downstairs. And with that she went to her room. <br />
We were awake!! I did try to get back to sleep but it just wasn't happening. Probably as I'm so used to getting up at 5am anyway for work! <br />
My little man woke up at 6.15am, super excited as well. We all went downstairs and I don't think I've ever seen Holly so excited before. It was so nice to see!<br />
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food. So, I sorted the kids out with breakfast and then poured myself a bowl of cereal. Which actually made me feel worse. Everytime I moved my head the pain got worse. Now I've only ever had a headache this bad once before. I'd had it for about 5 days and eventually went to the doctors who told me it was a sinus infection. Nice! Any who, I'd forgotten about that on Sunday and I felt like my head would explode any minute. So I decided to go back up to bed, leaving the kids downstairs. Holly was snuggled on the sofa watching tv and Charlie was playing on the computer. Oh, and Mr. K was at work. <br />
I climbed back in to bed and within 5mins my two little urchins had joined me. Only they wanted to jump on me! I DON'T THINK SO!!! So, I told them what's for and to let me have 10mins of quiet. They toddled off back downstairs. The last thing I remember before I dropped off to sleep. Was Holly asking if she could have a bag of crisps. To which I said yes.......<br />
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I awoke 2 hrs later to silence. All be it for the noise of the t.v. downstairs. Feeling a bit better I went down to find the kids on the sofa stuffing sweets. But on the table in front of them there were 2 empty crisp packets, 6 empty haribo bags, 2 lolly sticks, 2 kitkat wrappers, an orange peel and a stone from a plum!!!! <br />
I just stood there for about 10 seconds taking in the scene before saying "right then, no more sweets for today then!" I guess that's what I get for going back to bed and not making lunch. When I told them I'd make dinner soon! They said what about lunch.......? My reply was after what you've eaten we're gonna skip lunch........Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12640934604322952086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3577380687838652578.post-76628048600340688762011-10-15T15:58:00.000+01:002011-10-15T15:58:41.820+01:00My Dilemma.......Though I'd give this blogging malarkey a go as even my mother is doing it!!! Not sure what to talk about, can't really use it to moan about work which I would love to do.<br />
<div>I am having a bit of a dilemma at the moment however. I recently joined a Ladies running club on Wednesday nights at Stanwick Lakes. Its free, just a group of ladies all shapes, ages, sizes and abilities running together. Now I do actually have a treadmill which sits in my front room and takes up lots of space. But I do use it when i can. Its not used as my friend uses hers for, a coat rack!! Anywho, as it is now dark and there are no lights at Stanwick, we can no longer run there at night. So we will be running somewhere else. Also they want to run on saturdays. But both my hubby and I work so its gonna be difficult to make Saturdays.<br />
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Now, my kids swimming instructor wants to do an adult course doing swimming, aqua jogging and aqua circuits, also on a Wednesday night. Which I really want to attend. Ideally I would do the swimming on a Wednesday night and running on a Saturday. BUT, I have to flippin' work Saturday mornings. My Hubby has offered to change my shift (as he is in charge!), but that would mean him changing as well. So he would then have to do a close, finishing at 11.30pm and then an open on Sunday morning, starting at 6am. I said no as its not fair and I love him to much to make him do it. As much as I really want to do the above.<br />
Sooooo what to do...................?<br />
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