So, January. . .

January, courtesy of my mother and Edward Monkton

Soooo… it’s been a while.  I’ve been reading alot of blogs recently. Some old favourites, some new favourites, and most of them seem to have been given a new lease of life for the new year so I thought I’d give it a go and see if I can ride on the inspiration wave too for a while.

Everyone seems to be talking about resolutions at this time of year. New year, new start and all that jazz, but I feel more in limbo than ever.  My life, or my future life, more accurately, is still pretty much on hold and will be for the majority of this year. But it’s not all about me, there’s someone much more important who’s got a very exciting time ahead.

At the end of 2009 I moved house to somewhere we will hopefully be for a long time to come.  The main reason for the move was to be in the right place for The Boy to attend the perfect school (for him!) come August when he’ll be starting primary one.  (*gulp* primary school, my baby, can you believe that?) . So we certainly ended 2009 and started 2010 on a positive note, and it’s a huge relief to know that schooling is sorted.  He enrolls next week.  He’ll be going to the same school that his nursery is attached to, with lot of his friends moving up with him. He’s had some separation issues over the last 6 months which we’ve worked on with the nursery, and we finally seem to be coming out the other end of that.  I’m very grateful to the nursery and expecially Callum’s keyworker for all the work they’ve put in and concern they’ve shown him, and I’m just very glad he’ll be staying there for the next few years.  It’s such a lovely school, very friendly, and they really seem to genuinely care for the children’s wellbeing.  There’s a really nice sense of belonging there.  Ofsted results are all cool, and it has a lovely reputation, so everything’s pretty much hunky dory there.

Our new flat is lovely, it felt like home from the moment we moved in, even when all we had was a sofa in the living room before the removal men came with our furniture.  It just seems cosy, homely, safe and just “us”.  The Boy loves his new room, and has been sleeping brilliantly since his first night here. He hasn’t woken in the night once, that in itself is a good enough reason to never move again.  His new room is teeeeeny though, and is full to the gunnels with toys, especially since Christmas, so tomorrow’s job is shopping for some toy storage.  We moved very close to Christmas and all the hustle and bustle that goes with it, so I still have alot of little things to do to bring everything together and put my stamp on it, so expect some design inspiration posts from me  soon.

As for me, well I’m doing good, for someone in limboland.  Am desperate to get back to work, but can’t realistically do that until The Boy is in full time school which won’t be until mid-October, so I feel a bit like a greyhound waiting for the barrier to down so I can fly round the track.  Only problem is, I’m not sure what rabbit to chase.  I have no idea what I want to do with my life, workwise at least.  I think the first step is getting back into the swing of working, and having something to put on a CV while I decide what direction to take, but even that is something I can’t realistically pursue until the end of the year.  In the last 6 months of looking, I have not found even one job with hours that would suit us.  By us I mean fit in with nursery and my childcarer, which would be my mum. It’s just not feasable yet.  So still I wait….

Anyway, enough waffling from me.  Oh, I can’t go without mentioning the weather which is the hot (or not, har har) topic of the moment.  The UK at the moment is in the throws of a mini ice-age.  Heavy snow and Siberian temperatures have hit the whole of the country, which predictably has come to a standstill.  Councils are under fire for not having a small country put aside to store all the grit that would be needed to keep us from slipping and falling over, transport companies are under fire for failing to have buses equipped with ski attachments to take the children to school.  Oh and working parents with no childcare are up in arms at schools closing, non-working parents who fancy a lie in are up in arms about schools not closing. Ahhh, good old Britain eh?  And on that note I shall leave you with a phone snap from this afternoon of the boy on his way to nursery (the temp was -5 at 1pm!).  Look at his wee red cheeks <3

Brrrrrrrrr

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