Friday, 28 February 2014

word of the week

Oooooh, choices choices choices - what should the #WoTW be this time round?  How about ... calm.

calm   (käm)
adj. calm·ercalm·est
1. Nearly or completely motionless; undisturbed: the calm surface of the lake.
2. Not excited or agitated; composed: The President was calm throughout the global crisis.
1. An absence or cessation of motion; stillness.
2. Serenity; tranquillity; peace.
3. A condition of no wind or a wind with a speed of less than 1 knot (1.15 miles per hour; 1.9 kilometers per hour), according to the Beaufort scale.
tr. & intr.v. calmedcalm·ingcalms
To make or become calm or quiet: A warm bath will calm you. After the storm, the air calmed.

[Middle English calme, from Old French, from Old Italian calmo, from Late Latin caumaheat of the day, resting place in the heat of the day, from Greekkaumaburning heat, from kaieinto burn. N., from Middle English calme, from Italian calma, from Vulgar Latin *calma, from Late Latin.]
{Sourced here}

In our house, as in most busy family homes, things can very easily slide from lots going on and everyone all over the place to complete bedlam, but this week, we've managed to stay on the quieter side of the chaos line.  Even when the van was (unexpectedly) kept overnight at the garage (and still isn't sorted - ouch!), things carried on.  We've organised Noah's birthday gifts and so on for next week, dealt with a few of those irritating little jobs that never quite seem to make it to the top of the to do list, and no major temper tantrums from anyone - including me!  Although I can't help wondering if this is just the calm before the storm, we'll just have to wait and see.  With Noah turning eleven on Monday, the annual Bristol Parent Carers big participation event that I help organise and run on Thursday, along with dentist appointments, repeat prescriptions and all the usual detritus of family life, there's little to do but keep those fingers crossed - after all, how wrong can it go, right?

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This Word of The Week post is linked up to the weekly Linky hosted by the lovely Jocelyn at the Reading Residence - take a peek, and feel free to join in - we're a friendly bunch, us #WoTH-ers!

The Reading Residence

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Monday, 24 February 2014

the r word {communication & disability}

Communication is about so much more than speech, which can be seen particularly clearly when considering the impact of a wide range of disabilities.  Within the sphere of disability non verbal communication can be incredibly expressive.  The facial expression, the body language, the eye contact (or lack thereof) - all of these feed into the communication that is taking place, and influence how the interaction develops - or doesn't.  The words we choose to use alongside our non verbal cues can carry so much power.  So much ignorance.  So much prejudice.  So much pain.  Simple words can slice so deeply, and the scars they leave can last forever.

But this post is more focused than that - this post is about one word.


Saturday, 22 February 2014

word of the week

So what should be my Word of the Week, for the half term holiday?  Joining in with The Reading Residence linky has been a great opportunity to think back over the week and try and mould the jumble into some sort of order, and for this week, well, lots and lots of words spring immediately to mind, but I've made myself a promise - to look up, not down.  Figuratively that is.  Particularly bearing in mind this weeks word :



Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Am I a f*cking awful parent?

I need some feedback here folks, so I hope someone out there is going to provide some!  It's a parenting dilema.  Or debacle.  Or complete cock up.  Or something else.  

Noah is ten - actually he's eleven in two weeks.  He and I are very much alike; or whatever the current euphemism is for often butting heads.

An ongoing issue involves Noah going to bed quite happily, then an hour or two later I go to the bathroom (we live in a bungalow) and hear some scuffling noises.  I wait outside his door for a minute and then clearly hear him flick his light back on, so I open the door to find him ... (no, not that...yet!) snuggled up in bed reading.

Yes, I'm glad he likes to read.

Yes, I know that I'm lucky he isn't swearing at me, or stealing from shops, or torturing the cat, or slamming doors, or mugging old ladies in the street - but that's not the point!

He's not supposed to be reading, he's supposed to be sleeping!

Monday, 3 February 2014

another blanket ... but for who?

Having decided that the kids clearly need blankets knitted by me in order to make their life complete, the plan was to do Noah's next.  The difficulty is that he likes things plain.  Like, really plain.  Like, muuuum, can it all be with no pattern and the same colour all over and that colour be black, or grey, or dark blue please?  Hmm.

Since I wasn't get to enjoy myself with the colours, or even a stitch pattern, I decided to treat myself to a new hook or two as a treat for the blankets.  Is it just me that does that?  (Seriously - have any of you done that?)  I had a cheap-y set from a pound shop which are different colours for each size, but they aren't very comfortable for prolonged hooking; and a couple of knitpro ones with soft-ish black handles, but the sizes had rubbed off of the handles.  Whose bright idea was that?

 I know, we'll sell some nice looking ones with more comfortable handles but instead of marking their size in some kind of sensible durable permenant way, we'll print the sizes on the bit that gets worn and rubbed through use.  Yep, that's what we'll do.

I digress.

Sunday, 2 February 2014

The Prompt : Sweater


This is a new Linky that I'm looking forward to joining in with - it's the brainchild of Sara over at Mum Turned Mom, and #ThePrompt for this week is this:

Love the quote Sara, thank you!

This made me smile - you know those wry mum smiles when you recognise a truth within yourself?

Right now Noah is almost eleven.  This is his last year at primary school, and he's doing that I'm far too cool to wear a coat thing.  There have been a few mornings when he has walked past Mr Manley and I defrosting the car with no coat or sweater - brrrr!  Seriously, a short sleeved polo shirt?  He and Petal walk the ten minute journey to school together, looking quite the pair - grey trousers, white polo shirt, enormous rucksack; next to a grey skirt, wooly navy tights, polo shirt under cardigan under zip up jumper under coat, bobble hat, scarf and gloves.

Silent Sunday : 2nd February 2014


Saturday, 1 February 2014

In January

We enjoyed doing lots of cooking, including mincemeat for
 next christmas ...


is this my life?

Through my teenage years I knew - knew - that I wasn't the married with kids type.  That life of domestic contentedness, holding hands, mopping up baby sick, sleepless nights and putting the needs of someone else in front of my own - not for me.  A long term relationship, sharing my past, trusting someone not to hurt me, arguments and laughter, letting someone know me - not for me.

I was going to uni followed by a year post grad followed by two years as a trainee followed by a job - actually, not a job, a career.  That was the plan.  That was absolutely going to be the reality.  Until one day I looked at the face of the person next to me and realised that somehow, without my permission, my heart belonged to him, and everything had changed.

That was fifteen years ago.

Did your life ever go on it's merry way without your permission, or even your knowledge?  Have you ever looked around and thought 
'is this my life?'