#100happydays Days 25 -28

I’m way behind on blog entries charting how the #100happydays challenge is working out for me. So much for my best intentions to update daily. Days 25-28 bring me up to last Monday. Must try harder. On the plus side, ambulance I’m loving the challenge and even when days are not so hot, buy viagra finding something to be happy about is still easy. I feel very blessed. So, on to business….

Day 25 #100happydays

Day 25, a 1/4 of the way through the challenge! If only I’d been doing sit-ups for every day of 100 happy days too, I’d have been making my way towards some kind of ab happiness into the bargain. I may not have the faintest glimpse of an definition going on, but I do have a pretty warm and healthy glow that is coming from my happy moments. One that has featured highly this year is reading time. A New Years resolution of mine, to read more of what I want to and less faffing about on social media. Tonight I finished reading the latest Louise Mensch book (previously Bagshawe) and it was everything I expected and took me right back to when I read my first Bagshawe book.

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Day 26 #100happydays

This particular happy day was brought to you by one of my bestest girls in the world and her sweetheart of a daughter. A two hour drive separates us, which a London friend pointed out is nothing, and we’ve only just realised the wonders of driving 1 hour 20 mins each and meeting in a pretty fabulous spot St Andrews. My little princess joined us for girlie time too, coffee, book shopping and lunch (hold the wine please) was just the tonic, and I remember only ever bring happy in the company of this gorgeous and incredibly funny lady.

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Day 27 #100happydays

I might have peaked too early on this one; by 9.30am upon showering and dressing I’d already decided my #100happydays moment was layering my Stella & Dot Piper Necklace in silver, with a birthday gift from my best bate (see day 21!) which has cute personalised charms. This simple lovelyness did make me very happy indeed, however we then went book shopping. My favourite type of shopping. So I’ll sneak in another couple of happy moments today if that’s not too greedy!

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Day 28 #100happydays

The little monster was poorly. He really didn’t want to go to preschool. The little princess had an allergic reaction (randomly to a scarf) she really didn’t want to miss school. Missing school is not cool when you are seven and have a big rashy neck to show off to your pals.
My head hurt too, and my ears, and my neck. Mr M rang to say ‘I’ve found a holiday deal, ticking every single one of our boxes, it’s cheaper than last year, I think we should book .’ and I said ‘book away, book away’
Easy as that.

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Girl Power

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Us women folks get a hard time don’t we? We give ourselves a hard time. ‘I’m not good enough’, buy viagra ‘I’ll never achieve that’, ‘I’m not as beautiful / funny / clever / wealthy / skinny / curvy / creative / artistic / educated / powerful / wise / selfless / witty……’
We try our damnedest to teach our children about the important things in life. We love our friends more than we love ourselves. We put others before ourselves as we try to carve out a path in life that’s meaningful to us, our own journey. We rise up together when tragedy strikes, we come together in unison to fight for causes and make the world a better place. We believe in girl power. We try to show our daughters (and sons) that they can be anything, do anything that they dare to dream. Why wouldn’t we?

Yet sometimes, amongst all this, lurks something borne not of goodwill, something radiating negative feeling not positive vibes, something unpleasant and unnecessary. Something downright mean. The woman vs woman challenge is nothing new, and it’s not just restricted to the workplace where women grapple to gain and retain positions generally the reserve of their male counterparts. It’s much more widespread. It’s the snidey comments about what another woman is wearing, it’s the gentle digs at another womans’ choices, it’s the compliments to their faces and the jibes behind their backs. It’s the passing of a comment about someone or something they really know nothing about.

Women get it in the neck in the media daily – ‘too skinny, must be anorexic’, ‘needs to watch her weight, have you seen that cellulite’, ‘breast feeding in public, how dare she’, ‘bottle feeding her baby, not doing the right thing by her child’, ‘staying at home to look after the kids, giving up on herself’, ‘going back to work full time, thinking only of herself’, ‘seeing another new man, shameless’, ‘never goes out and meets anyone, will end up on the shelf’. I could go on, but I don’t need to.

Women like to play down the choices other women make. But I’m curious as to why? (And hey, I know I’ve been guilty of this*) Is it a touch of the green eyed monster? Do we minimise other women’s choices to make us feel less guilty about ours? Is it an attempt to cover up the fact that we didn’t pursue our dream, that we ‘sold-out’?

Having been on the receiving end of this lately, having heard some ‘Supermummy?! Pah! Who does she think she is?’ type chat behind my back, I was surprised, REALLY surprised, with myself and my reaction. Where once upon a time I would have stewed, and fizzed and felt stupid, and stewed again, and worried, and then worried some more about what people thought of me, I only did that for about 5 minutes. I grumped to some of my girls, they shared their experiences of similar sh*t from fellow women, and then, I moved on.
Because, my choices, are my choices. I write for me, I work for me, I pursue other opportunities for me, and if I can’t be true to myself, then something is far wrong.

*So, I’ll fess up.
I skim over Facebook posts on my timeline from a friend of a friend, because I’m annoyed with myself that I didn’t pursue a similar business idea to that which she had, and seeing her success makes me crosser with myself for not being brave when I needed to be. I wish her all good things.

I see women around me in the workplace, on social media, doing their own thing, for their reasons, for themselves. And I’m going to buck the women bashing women trend, and support, and champion what they do.

Who’s with me?

Days 18 – 24 #100happydays

Yes, pharmacy it’s another mammoth post which captures the last weeks worth of happy days all at once! It’s been a fairly hectic week all round here, sovaldi sale with few opportunities for mindful moments, but I’ve found this far in to the #100happydays challenge that each day throws up a whole range of happy moments, that it’s becoming tricky to settle on the top moment of the day.

I guess this was the purpose of the challenge. It’s no secret that you attract what you wish for or spending time thinking of and planning for; so it follows that when looking out for happy moments in the little things, more and more of them crop up. I guess it’s a little like when you buy a new car, in a colour and style you’ve never seen widely before, only to drive past three just like it on the way home from the garage! When you’re trying to get pregnant, or in those early stages and all you see everywhere you go is pregnant lady bumps.

So my #100happydays this week are just like this.

Day 19: Spending a Saturday with my bestest friend. She loves in London, I don’t. Time spent together is few and far between. A day of lunching, ceramic painting, bath bomb making and soft playing with the little princess and this lovely lady’s’ little niece was a pretty happy way to spend a Saturday.

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Day 20: Who doesn’t love white chocolate cookies? Believe me they taste even better when brought by a friend and still within your daily weight watchers pro points allowance.

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Day 21: The little monster decided to eat his entire dinner using chopsticks in light of learning about Chinese New Year at preschool. His determination made me smile, and he managed better than he sometimes does with a fork!

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Day 22: Standing under a hot shower completely undisturbed by little ones needing to use the loo. For a whole 17 minutes. Mums will know.

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Day 23: New bedtime stories that we’ve never read before. The little princess got a few of these books a couple of years ago, Santa not quite realising she was still a little young for them, but now we’ve reached the perfect age. Lauren Child is quite fabulous in my view.

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Day 24: A final addition to our new family room, this wall sticker foxed me earlier in the week, but I eventually sussed it out. The happy factor actually comes from this being the song I sing to both the monster and the princess when tucking them up at night. One of the best parts of the day šŸ˜‰

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Tipping Point – We can’t look away

This blog was born out of two of my biggest loves, treat my family and writing.Ā  This space was supposed to be allocated to lovely things, ed funny stories, humourous accounts of family life.

But today, its about something else. It’s about doing something small in an attempt to change something so utterly horrifying that I truly struggle to find the words.Ā  So many others have done so much better than I and you can read their words here and across Twitter as together parent bloggers across the world use their voice to collectively make noise about these atrocities.

Syria. Mindless violence. Deliberate killings. Innocent children.

Whenever I’ve heard any news accounts on the radio of what’s been happening in this country, and I have the children in the car with me, or we’re round the kitchen table, I turn the volume down. I do it to shield their innocent minds from the horror of what’s happening there, butĀ  perhaps, I think I do it because I don’t want to know either, because turning a blind eye, or burying my head in the sand keeps our little world close to perfect.

I can no longer look away. We can no longer look away.

Reading some of the words written by other parents today, I can’t describe the feeling in the pit of my stomach.Ā  I had not appreciated the true nature of the horrific violence. The massacre in Houla on Wednesday. The deliberate, violent, terrifying killings of 49 children.Ā  That’s the size of my son’s preschool class, my daughters primary one class.

So as I listen to my three year old in the room beside me giggle uncontrollably as he plays with his farm animals, I know I can raise my voice, along with thousands of others for those children who sadly no longer can’t.

Please do what you can, use the hashtags #TippingPoint #Syria #StoptheKillingĀ  on Twitter today, or take action and sign the Save the ChildrenĀ  petition here.

 

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