How small you are.

Some times I forget.

I saw this while tidying up before heading to bed and had to snap a picture. My husband has taken Logans shoes off and dropped them on top of his in the corner of the dining room (Oddly enough that is wear my husbands work shoes live). My husband has size 12/13 feet and they make Logans shoes seem so small.

Sunday girl

I used to live for the weekends. Like most of the working world my weekend used to mean freedom from the stress and aggravation of having to produce something that will appease the boss. My weekend mean something very different now. In my world they don't exist any more. There is still house work to do, still a baby to look after and still a husband to clean up after. No more Friday night drinks. No more Saturdays shopping and wasting time with my friends. No more lazy Sunday's nursing a hangover and watching films in my pajamas. Those days are gone and have been replaced with something that maybe more mature, more worthwhile but damn, it's nowhere near as fun. My Friday nights are now filled with washing and making up feeds, looking after my son and trying to get a head start on all the little jobs I have to do so that by Sunday I can just sit and enjoy what little time we have together as a family. My Saturdays and no longer spent chatting with my friends and wandering round the mall, but spent fighting my way around the supermarket because i have forgotten something. My Saturday nights are not filled with drunken revelry but with late night feeds and bad 80s buddy cop movies. My Sundays though, if I have planned it right will be filled with films and cuddling on the sofa. It doesn't happen as much as I would like as my husband is more often than not sat at his pc working on something that I can only guess at. The world and your life changes. You can fight it and you can bemoan your fate or you can stop and enjoy what you have. I may not have the freedom of my youth but I have a man who I love more than live who I know feels the same, I have a son who smiles when he sees me and I have a big ass tv for watching those bad 80s buddy cop movies.

The Mystery Of The Empty Fridge

Why is it that every morning after taking Charlie to work I come home and stare into the fridge as if it contains some mystical relic? I can never choose anything for breakfast so end up having something completely inappropriate. This morning breakfast consisted of bbq beef flavour hula hoops, a ham and cheese toastie, diet coke and a sterling kingsize. Not the most nutritious of ways to start the day.
In the morning I did very little. Logan slept for 5 hours between feeds and I only woke him up because he had his 6-8 week medical at 1.15 and I wanted to give him a bath. Once again I spent a few hours doing housework and then sorted out our Christmas presents.
Logan flew through his medical with out a problem. He is a health bouncy 12 pound 10 ounces, his hearing and vision are good as well as his spine and hips. He does have a little baby eczema so I will be off tomorrow to get him some E45. But other than that we have the perfect if a little large baby.
After tea, while having a quick rest and eating some ice cream Charlie showed me a set of cd cases he had obviously been working on for a long time. They were wonderful but I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a sign of a fundamental difference between men and women or a least between my husband and I. Having a baby around takes pretty much all of my time and keeping our house upstraight takes up the rest. When I do manage to get some “me” time I spend it either with my parents or I do something that will benefit both of us, like painting the kitchen. It seems obvious to me that when my husband gets his “me” time, which may I add he gets a lot more than me, he spend working solely on thing that will improve his life. Now either he is being selfish or I am not being selfish enough? I’m not sure that I really want to know the answer to that question so instead of pondering it too closely im going to steal a little me time and watch a little Bill Bailey.

Lights, Camera, Action!

For the last ten days it feels like all Charlie and I have done is film, film and film some more. We have been working on his final project for college and Its turning out great. On top of all that I've got myself a new job and the wedding plans are still progressing nicely. Not much to say really.

Christmas is over! Get over it!

Now this weekend Charlie and I suffered through my work Christmas party, Yes I know its January but like so many times before we left it to the last minute to sort anything out and couldn't get in anywhere. The only good thing was a tab behind the bar which sadly only lasted two hours. Charlie and I found the Christmas songs and crackers slightly sickening so gave up and went home after about and hour and a half. We curled up in bed and watched film after film after film. We got in bed about 9.30 on Saturday and didn't get out again till I had to go home at 11.00 on Sunday evening. The perfect weekend.

Doesn't time fly when your having fun

So much for my new year's resolution of posting something every day!
Christmas has been and gone, blessedly and new year went with a bang, with Charlie and I running around the seaside dressed in our thankfully completed costumes. There is a photo in our album if you want to take a peek. Auntie Janes wedding went well with none of my family doing anything too embarrassing. Charlie went down really well with all my family and much to my disgust I think they like him better than me!, but he's forgiven as I like him better than most of my family anyway.
Not much to report really, my life has become very chilled and I'm loving every minute!

Life, The universe and everything

Its been a little while since I've posted, not because nothing has happened more because I cant think of anything to say. I've been on holiday this past week. Its been wonderful, I've spent a fortune on DVD's and a lot of time with Charlie whom I love to bits. Having had my car breakdown on Wednesday put a bit of a downer on things but after a little negotiation with my mum I am now driving her Ford Puma, which to be honest sucks. It drives like a roller skate and is way too sensitive.

Friday 18th November ~ I worked during the day then went to Jans house to load The Sims on to her daughters PC. I had expected it to take along time but eight o'clock saw me running out the door to pick up Charlie leaving her to finish installing the last expansion pack.

Saturday 19th November ~ I had, Being a dumb ass, volunteered to work in the morning testing our now system during its roll out. What started out as a nice easy ride on double pay slowly turned in to a living hell, With everything that could go wrong going wrong in a short space of time. Cue a lot of pleading, begging and shouting. I finally left at about four, leaving behind a hell of a lot of work but hey I had a party to get ready for!. The aforementioned party was actually a wedding reception for two of Charlies friends. The evening started badly with our taxi not showing up but when we finally got there It was great. An amazingly bad Wedding band and great food. I had a wonderful time.

Sunday 20th November ~ Sundays usually see Charlie and I hitting the shops followed by the sheets and this weekend was no exception. We watched a few films. Shawn of the dead which was hilarious, Batman, a classic and an old favorite followed by Commando, all I can say is that's one big horny gay commando!

Monday 21st November ~ Lazed around with the intention of doing a lot but did nothing.

Tuesday 22nd November ~ My mum had the day off so we went to Clark's village shopping. I had a good time, didn't spend too much but did come home with new boots. Naughty naughty Lisa, must learn to control this foot wear obsession.

Wednesday 22nd November ~ I picked Charlie up from work and wee hit the mall again. Tried to go home but my car wouldn't start. Cue a panicked phone call to my dad. He arrived and after a failed attempt to jump start the car I called Green flag. I was charged Seventy two pounds just to get some guy to come out and look at it! The woman was rude, aggressive and not very reassuring. I wanted to be rescued not given a mouth full of abuse. After ten minutes on the phone a nice man was sent to rescue me. He arrived within twenty minutes and with a wave of his magic wand, or banging my starter engine with a big stick, started my car.

Thursday 23rd November ~ I really can't remember what I did. Is that bad?

Friday 24th November ~ Managed to convince my mum that I can drive her car and that I wont crash it. She said yes so off I went to Charlies. Cue great food, great films and great "cuddling"

Saturday 25th November ~ Not having a car is really starting to cramp my social life. Crawling around for permition to borrow my mums is becoming humiliating. I want my baby back!

Sunday 26th November ~ Got up way too late to do much, that my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Off to Charlies in a bit.