A Duvet Day

When I sit down to write my blog every day, I just open up my mind and write the first thing that comes to mind. I find if I overthink what I want to say, it doesn’t really flow.

 

Tonight my head is thick with cold… finally succumbing to all the colds and flu and coughs that have surrounded me for the last 3 – 4 weeks.

 

So I took a duvet day.

 

duvet day

 

Having not slept well for a few nights thanks to the tickly cough that seems to raise its evil intensity the minute I put my head to the pillow….

 

A duvet day…

 

It made me think about how many people have taken a duvet day or days this winter or who will for the foreseeable winter months… and how much will that cost the economy? How many children have had days off school? How many parents have had to take time off?

 

The common cold.

No cure.

Prevention is better than cure… or treating of the symptoms…

Prevention – eat healthy, varied, nutritious food, full of vitamins, eat food from natural sources and make meals from scratch; exercise and keep moving, fill your lungs and do your 30 minutes a day… Sleep, rest, have enough R&R… reduce stress… all of those good things to keep to a healthy, balanced, clean life.

 

So why do I have a cold? Why do the boys, James? And so many people I know who abide and live by these prevention rules…

 

A duvet day…

 

It made me think how grateful I am for my health! It is only a common cold and a few days taking care of myself and I will be bouncing back.

 

A duvet day on Thanksgiving day…

 

It made me think of so many things that I am grateful for and give thanks for…

 

My big bed firstly… with my big thick winter, snuggly, feather duvet…. Big cushions…

 

The view from my bed… the beautiful cool winter sunlight on the frosty lawn and fields… how peaceful…

 

Toast and marmalade… butter melting so the toast is perfectly soft and the marmalade a perfect blend of sweet and bitterness…

 

Hannah .. my lovely friend and nanny to the boys…without whom I am not sure I could function today and most days… who loves the boys and the boys love her…

 

Caroline… another lovely friend and neighbour, so kind, thoughtful, generous who left a pot of heart warming chicken stew on my door step…

 

All friends who have sent messages of love, sympathy, kindness and warmth after yesterday’s trip to see Mum… for all the love and friendship in my life…

 

A lovely handwritten letter from my Godmother in the mailbox…

 

A phone call from the big man, still full of cold but yet still working hard to provide for our family…

 

A phone call from the big man, still full of cold but yet still working hard to provide for our family…

 

For a business I can run from my sick bed, on my laptop, phone… a business that I can help others find solutions to their problems… a business that keeps me from the 9-5 (or 7-11, 8-8 on a good day), a business working with friends, a business that focuses on giving back, promoting others more than yourself…

 

For my little boys, so inquisitive… snuggling with me now and asking question after question about the Titanic, our family, our lives today compared to life in the early years of the century…

 

For my little boys, their little arms around my neck and their soft hair against my cheek…

 

Thanksgiving… for a duvet day, on a duvet day.

 

 

Smug…

Tonight my gratitude has a tinge of smugness…

 

Is that a bad thing?

 

To be so grateful that you feel smug? To feel smug is feeling almost offensive satisfaction for your situation, does it not?

 

Well that is how I feel…

 

Grateful and smug…

 

Today, I got to kiss my boys good morning and have breakfast with them both… I got to see Willy make his own toast for the first time…   I love the firsts…

 

Today I got to read with both my boys and hear how well they are progressing at school…

 

Today I got to stand in front of a classroom and inspire children to think for themselves.. understand the world and their impact on it and the impact of the world on them.

 

Today I got to spend time with a wonderful ‘old’ friend and wax lyrical about how lucky we both were! How grateful we were to have this time with our children … to have the time to grab a nice coffee and share our gratitudes, and swop stories…

 

Today I got to exercise… to feel fit and healthy… even though I can feel a tickle and a sniffle coming on … (I am healthy.  I am healthy!  I am full of health!)

 

Today I got to pick up my youngest and have quality time with him, make him feel special with one on one time… and wave to him in the pool and watch him proudly swimming like a frog…

 

Today I got to eat supper with my children, cuddle them on the sofa under blankets and kiss their soft cheeks and hair… and hear the words ‘I love you, Mama’ as I tuck them under their duvets…

 

Today I got to treat two friends to a facial and a makeover .. and if I do say so myself, my work was good! And I am proud of myself…

 

Today I got to do the 2 things I always wanted to do – be a Mummy… not only in just the physical sense of the act of becoming a parent and giving birth, but actively taking an interest in my offspring’s wellbeing, safety, security and providing a loving environment myself…   and secondly to stand in front of a school class and provide an inspiring environment for children to learn.

 

Today I got to do the 2 things I always wanted to do AND see friends, have fun and keep healthy!

 

Today I am full of smug gratitude… Today I am the cat that got the cream! I could even be Bagpuss!

the cat that got the cream

 

 

Home Sweet Home

There is nothing like taking the last turn in to your own village after 360 mile journey…

There is nothing like driving back through your own gates and walking through your own front door…

There is nothing like carrying your sleeping boys up to their own beds and hearing their sighs of comfort as they snuggle under their own duvets….

There is nothing like unpacking the car on your own, laden with bags, boxes and rubbish… and realising for the first time how much easier it is when there is 2 of you.

There is nothing like realising how amazing single mum’s are… hats off to them!

There is nothing like leaning against the aga to sooth an aching back…feeling the warmth of your own kitchen and feeling waves of gratitude…

There is nothing like putting on the first of many washes and getting ahead of the game before bed…

There is nothing like munching on a piece of hot buttery toast as a reward for doing so well on a long drive alone…

There is nothing like the relief as you find the Halloween costumes have been delivered while you have been away…happy boys tomorrow!

There is nothing like opening 4 letters from HMRC explaining they have recalculated your tax for the YE 2013/14 and it is now double and you have multiple late payments (!)…. (Thank you, thank you, thank you… it must have meant I earnt a lot of money that year and benefitted from it at the time!!)

There is nothing like blogging on a laptop after a week of finger tapping on an iphone…

There’s nothing like getting in to your own bed, having your own pillow, a good book and an early night….

There’s nothing like home sweet home… There’s no place like home….

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