I can’t even tell you how happy am I for Friday to come around, especially with it being the last day of term for two blissful weeks off together. I love the school holidays, although I appreciate they are tough for many, and we have lots of lovely things planned as a family which is always nice to look forward to.
Our week has been a little germ filled, a little tired, and a little dull if I’m honest. I’ve spent the majority of the week working like crazy to get everything done so I an take the time off with the kids, and as a result I feel as though I have exhausted myself in the process. But still, our weekly round up had some lovely moments too.
This week I re-read a book which I read for the first time last June, as part of the Mumsnet Book Club. It was the first book I had read by Celeste Ng and yet from the first page I was completely gripped and have since read many of her titles.
Based in Shaker Heights, Ohio, the story is set in a picture perfect neighbour hood where everybody knows everyone, or so they thought. The story opens with the news of a fire, started deliberately, and the suspected culprit nowhere to be found, and from that initial chapter I was hooked.
Little Fires Everywhere is less about fires and more about the burning question of morality. It leaves you questioning everything you thought you believed in, opens your mind to the idea that sometimes love just isn’t enough, and makes you look at the world a little differently going forward.
I won’t spoil the story for you but, if you haven’t read it, I really do recommend it and, despite the fact I have read it less than a year ago, I enjoyed it every bit as much the second time around.
I’ve been wearing my “Brave” T-shirt from Catapult clothing to raise money and awareness for Cholangiocarcinoma, a rare cancer, with 100% of the profits going towards funding research. When I was asked to take part in the campaign (and gifted the T-shirt) I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I loved the idea of sharing the ways in which we are brave and, although I may not have felt it at times, it is my bravery which got me through the toughest times of my life.
A new blog!! I am super proud of myself this week as, during a spur of the moment decision last Sunday evening, I completely re-made my blog, added a new theme and customised it to create something I am really proud of. I won’t lie, it was hard going and there were lots of tears of frustration over the last week, but I did it and I love that I now have a space which I’m really proud of. It’s a good job really as there is no way I am doing it again…..ever!!
I love to listen to music as I work and this week I’ve been listening to my absolute favourite singer of all time, Eva Cassidy. I fell in love with her music at a young age and it has played a huge part in my life so far. It was her version of Somewhere over the rainbow we played at Joseph’s funeral, and again her singing Songbird as I walked down the aisle on our wedding day. And actually, my love of Eva Cassidy was partly the reason why our Eva has her name.
Tragically Eva Cassidy died of cancer in her thirties and I think this just adds to the emotions I feel when I listen to her music. At the same time, hearing her sing takes me back to the day we said goodbye to Joseph, and the day I married Gaz, and as emotional as that makes me, it’s also a huge comfort too.
This week we watched the girls in their final dance performance of the term. They only started street dance at the start of the year and yet they’ve done so well at it and really got to grips with the dance routines. Dance is the first real hobby the girls have had, particularly Eva who suffers with her confidence, and so to see her performing alongside the other girls was really lovely and I am so proud of both her and Megs.
We celebrated Mothers Day this week with my own Mum and the children. Mother’s Day is always bitter sweet for me, feeling grateful for the children I do have whilst feeling heart broken for the one I don’t, and so it’s an emotional day for sure. That said, Gaz and the children surprised me with beautiful hand made gifts, flowers, and chocolates (win!) and we actually had a really lovely day together. Mothers Day can be tough for many of us and I hope that for those who struggle with the loss of your child, or the loss of your Mum, it passed as peacefully as possible for you.
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