Hey, world.

Writing so long after anything else is making this feel like a journal. A long, empty, white expanse that I can fill my silly, pointless thoughts with.

So - who am I now?

I am most definitely a mother.

I am a fighter.

I am a lazy cleaner.

I believe in love.

I believe in fighting for what's important.

I believe in passion.

I want everyone to understand empathy and to consider the other side.

I want my children to be safe.

I want the world to turn out okay.

I want to turn off the news.

I want to cry sometimes.

A lot of the time.

I feel too much.

I understand a little too much of what people feel.

My mind is small.

The world is small.

The world is too big.

I struggle to hold on to a valid thought.

My brain has stretched and shrunk and I'm not sure what's what.

I want to make the change.

I love change.

I'm scared of change.

Dreams have become a place I go to worry, a place where my fears play themselves out.

I fear illness.

I fear death.

I want us to live forever.

I want to explore.

I want to stay home.

I want to expand.

I want to stay put.

I am 33.

33 is young!

33.

I am a wife.

I am a selfish wife.

I love endlessly.

I love whole-heartedly.

My love will never end, my love is fierce and strong and difficult.

This is difficult.

Things I forgot

Racing home across the rectangular expanse of grass and getting stung by wasps on the bottom of my feet.

The smell of the Rhein, how clear the water is: that I'm scared of seaweed.

Reasons I learned certain German/Swiss words: I learnt the word 'bloed' because someone called me stupid because I couldn't understand them.

How mean 8-year-olds are.

The violent, pervasive rain that comes after hot, humid days and the relief that comes with it.

How good German bread is. Just bread. It's just good.

The kiosks selling Rivella.

How good french fries are here.

That fashion and hairstyles in certain parts of Germany have still not changed since 1992.

That languages come back to you when you're sat not even thinking of them. 

TBC.

Preggo

I have the pregnancy weeps today. That’s all I can describe it as. It’s a day where I need to just stay home, cuddle Milo and cry. A lot.

Instead, I’m at work tackling a really tough second week as a manager. I already love being a manager, I already love my job. Trouble is, I have what the director called a very ‘needy team’. One of my employees also went for my job and to say she is unhappy is an understatement. She is by far the most passive aggressive person I have ever known. And she used to be my friend.

This morning, I woke up to a less than cheery Milo. The boy is growing in his second molars, and the only way he knows how to let go of his upset is by having hurricane-sized tantrums for mommy. Not for daddy. Not for grandma. For mommy. He would not let me change his clothes. He would not let me make him breakfast. He wanted to scream and shout and throw his naked body around to the point I was scared he would hurt himself.

I am weepy today. I am overwhelmed. I have to be managerial and hard-headed. I don’t want to be here. I want to be home. Being a hard-ass superwoman is really difficult. I certainly am not one. You definitely can’t have everything.

I want to be 14 and be able to skip out on work, go home and wrap myself in blankets and watch stupid daytime television and only get up for snacks and provisions. I don’t want to go to meetings, plan strategies, go home and cook dinner for my son and his friend and his grandma. I don’t want to chat. I don’t want to clean.

I don’t want to be a grown up anymore. 

Combustion

I'm officially about to combust. My brain and my heart can no longer hold all of the things in them that the need to. Right now I'm thinking about:

• A work trip to India I will be taking in 10 days. Without Milo. I had to get a fastrack passport due to loosing my old one. This was stressful and expensive. I'm still waiting for my India visa, which is stressful and expensive (thankfully I'm not paying for that one). I will be without Milo. I have to book the flights, and at 18 weeks pregnant I do not want to do connecting flights to Dubai. Oh please help me Lord. The only other option is £500 more expensive - I can't get a charity to pay for that.
  
• I am 16 weeks pregnant. I'm happy - but it entails migraines and sickness and fussiness and I am one hormonal mess. I wish I could be nicer to my husband.
  
• My department is going through a massive re-shuffle. This means that I can apply internally for a manager job I have wanted for a very long time. This means I'm competing against one of my friends. This means if I don't get it, I could technically be managed by somebody I have managed before. This is not ideal. The application deadline is the day before I go to India. The job interviews are the days after I get back from India.

My brain is fried. I don't want to miss halloween with my toddler. I don't want to miss anything he is doing. I don't want to be stressed. I don't want to go away. I want to be seen as competent at work. I don't want to feel sick anymore. I would very much like October and November to disappear and get me to Christmas where I can concentrate on my family and be over all of these shenanigans.

More than anything, I don't want to be a selfish woman who cannot see all of the blessings and miracles she has in her life. I don't want to be a pregnant witch. But I am. 

Thankful

I am big worrier. Worrying can take over my life, my daily tasks, can take over everything I feel or think. When something is on my mind, it sets my day up. I can’t see joy, I can’t lift myself out of the slog that I am walking through.

This week I have been making a conscious effort to think differently. On Sunday, I heard something I truly needed to hear. Instead of worrying, lift up your thoughts and be thankful.

I worry my child doesn't eat enough nutritious food.

I am thankful my son lives in a home where he doesn't go hungry. He can ask for water, or juice, or milk and I don’t have to give him something I know will make him sick. He can ask for a banana or some toast and there is plenty for his growing bones to feast on. I am thankful.

I worry our internet has been cut off and we can’t pay the bill.

I am thankful we have internet at all. We know we will pay the bill at some point. We have phones to keep in touch with each other and with our families.

I worry I don’t have any clothes to wear.

I am thankful I have drawers and wardrobes bursting with clothes I CAN wear. I am thankful I have enough to give away.

I worry because we have to get a show-reel done for Conrad in the next 2 months.
I am thankful that he has the opportunity to get an agent. That he's had acting work. That there is progress. Thankful that he has a passion. Thankful that he works hard and focuses on family first.

I worry I won’t get the promotion I'm going for.

I am thankful I have a job. I am thankful I work in an industry that’s really pretty hard to get into, and hundreds of people work for free just to get a foot in the door. I am thankful I have a regular wage and I can pay rent. I am thankful that my boss believes in a good work/life balance and supports me having a family and flexible working. I am thankful I actually enjoy my job.

The list continues on, but I just need to re-shift my brain and heart and be ever so thankful. I live in a city that is amongst the richest in the world. I was born in a privileged position; I am not looked down on for my gender or for the colour of my skin. I have a loving husband and a healthy son, with a healthy baby on the way. I work and I eat well. My body is healthy, and I have world-wide family of love that I know I can count on for anything.

Thank you God for all you have given to me.

I am getting to the age where a lot of my friends who I thought were in solid relationships are breaking up. And divorcing. The people I always counted on to be together are no longer together.

What I don’t get is – Relationships can be hard. Really, really, really hard. I love Conrad. I love him desperately. Some days are easier than others – some years are more difficult than others. We have been through times that people don’t know about, we have been through a lot of junk.

But we stay together because we don’t have a choice. We love each other so much that nothing and no-one else will do. We joke that if we split up, we’d still have to live together because we can’t live without each other.

It makes me so sad to see people deciding not to be together after decades of love and commitment, and sometimes children. I know that people have their private lives and things may not always be what they seem, but I just get confused – is our love stronger? I don’t think so. Do we just see our relationship differently?

Since day one our most important rule (there aren’t really rules…) is honesty. Brutal honesty. This has definitely helped through every situation. Rather than always questioning whether what he says is true, or hiding my true feelings, we both know what’s what. If there’s an issue, we both know about it and are both aware that it needs to get sorted. Sorting it is another issue entirely, but at least it’s all out there.

I just know we will be together, and there is not a doubt in my mind that we are both working our butts off to remain that way. 

Here is the post where I need space to rant, whinge, whatever you want to call it.

Being a working mom is hard. I hate it for many reasons; number one is being away from my son in his most formative years.

Not far down the list is being completely out of the social circle at work. Because I am unable to go out and be young and irresponsible, I stop even getting asked. That hurts. I appreciate that people stop asking me to do things because they ‘know’ I’ll say no – but really – pretending I don’t exist is just worse.

And social office chitchat. I used to be the queen of chitchat. Now, I only work 4 days and I have to get as much done as I possibly can in a short space of time. And I don’t care where you went out last night or what kind of shoes you’re wearing or that amazing curry you made last night. I know I should care, but right now? I really don’t. People don’t even small talk with me.  I smile at people and it gets ignored. I feel like a social leper.

And on top of all this, I want to scream ‘I DON’T CARE!’ I’m here to do my work and to do it well. Why should being part of a clique be important to me? I don’t want it to be. At 30 years old, you think it wouldn’t be. But here I am again, feeling like the girl in the corner that no-one wants to talk to. And I want to say I WANT TO GO HOME TO MY FAMILY WHO LOVE ME! And screw all of you.

I am also tired. I got woken up twice last night, had to stop three tantrums before I came to work, snuggled my firstborn as much as I could so he knew I love him while I’m away, hold back a shedload of emotions and try and figure out what to do when I’m on work time. I should not care about this awkward pre-teen crap. And I don’t feel like trying to solve all these non-existent issues that you think are so important.

Also? When you ask how my son is? I can tell you don't care, so please don't ask so we don't have to have that awkward conversation where I tell you things and you stare blankly at me, trying to look interested. I'd rather not go through that charade.

Like I said, being a working mom sucks.

And I may be just a little bit snarky.

AFTERNOTE: As I read this, I realise how contradictory it is. I say I don't care, but I care. I say I don't want to hear about crap, but I do. I hope whoever reads this realises that I'm a confused weirdo who needed a good rant. 

Note to me

You are more sure about who you are now. You know what you like, you know what you don’t like. Be certain and go forward with realistic ideas of what you want yourself to be like.

Discard the baggage: Get rid of all the crap. Clear out your wardrobe of all those things you think you might wear ‘at some point’. Get rid of your issues. You know your bad points, don’t focus on them. Throw them out. Have a moment and truly decide what you want to take forward. What did you not do in your 20s that you want to do still? That new tattoo? Dye your hair blonde? Now’s the time to do it. You’re a grown up. You haven’t changed your mind, it’s going to happen. Why wait any longer?

Cling to the people you love. Not ‘cling’ in that weird needy way , but hang on to those you love. They’re still with you, you still love them. They get you now. Make it so you will be friends for longer: Invest. Show them you care about their friendship and you’re a trustworthy kinda gal. No more game-playing, be a truly inspiring person to be around.

Make realistic plans but dream big. You know what you’re good at now, so focus on your good points. Those things you’re not so good at and you don’t really like doing? Maybe we get rid of those now. Spend more time focusing on what makes you YOU. What can you contribute? How can you help people? How can you make our world better? What makes you stand out? Do it. Do it well, and make plans for how to carry on doing it into the future.

Dream big and make it happen. You’re 30. You are an adult. You can do what you want. NO REALLY. You can do what you want. You choose to be with your husband, you choose to be a mother, you choose to live where you live. These are choices you made for a reason. Move on with these, don’t get complacent. You want a change? You make it happen. Realistically plan your big dreams. Step by step: Baby bites – what do you have to do to get there? You’re doing pretty well, but keep your dreams alive. Don’t get lost in the small stuff.

Work on the important bits. Your relationships, your health, your mind and your body. Be hard-working because you will never regret it. Don’t be a cheater, don’t be a liar. Live up to who you want to be and be the person you want to be proud of.

Talk to your parents, talk to your siblings. Make the time. Life goes on, but they are precious to you. You love them. They love you. Show it more.

It is never too late. Every year something new and surprising can happen. Live like you’re excited, look forward to every day. Don’t count down the hours. Every hour is special and only you can make it that way. Use your brain, use your feelings. Be sensitive, be wise. BE YOU.

Don’t be embarrassed. It’s time to not care. Stop trying to be cool. The coolest people are the ones who don’t have to try. So maybe you’re not the prettiest, so maybe you’re not the most intelligent, so maybe you don’t have the longest hair or the cutest butt. You will not be the one with all the cool dresses and the millions of shoes, you are not boho, you are not glamorous. If you dress up, feel hot. If you dress down, feel comfy. Take good pictures, spend time pampering. It’s not about what people think, it’s about who you are. Besides – your husband thinks you’re hot. That’s good enough. Be the best of who you are and there’s something in that. Nobody wants a carbon copy of a cool person. Besides, remember: You’re 30. We’re past that now.

Sing more. Run more. Buy more candles. Write more. Use longer words. Listen to more music. Laugh more. Relax more. Kiss more. Talk more. Buy nice pens. Acquire some art. Wear your hair down. Wear more nail polish. Bake. Think.

Breathe deep.

Last day of my twenties

Today is the end of my twenties. I feel a lot stronger about this than I ever thought I would. 30 is.... an adult. 30 is seriously an adult. I am not an adult. I seriously do feel like I'm pretending and the 14 year old teenager inside me is giggling away, excited that she's getting away with the pretense.

My 20s saw me starting and finishing university, working at Starbucks, solidifying my addiction to caffeine, meeting my best friend, working with my best friend, moving in with my best friend, having my best friend live in a different city, eating lots of chocolate, waitressing, moving in with my boyfriend, getting proposed to by my boyfriend in Paris, marrying my boyfriend, moving into a house with my husband, deciding to have a baby, having a baby, being proud of myself, cutting a fringe, growing my fringe out, dying my hair blonde, dying my hair red, gaining lots of weight, getting pale and pasty, losing lots of weight (post wedding..DOH.), learning that I enjoy cycling, cycling to work, moving to London, loving London, temping in the city, being a legal secretary, working for a national charity, being a trustee of a charity, attending interviews and breaking my heart, working for an international children's charity, going out, discovering how much I love eating out, wearing heels and walking home from nights out, wearing bangles, wearing massive hoop earrings, going to a family wedding in Japan, organising a work trip to India, falling in love with India, opening a school in Namibia, falling in love with Namibia, interrailing twice with my boyfriend, falling in love with red wine and duck in France, eating too much cream and wine in Italy, souvlaki and sunshine in Greece, taking a 24 hour ferry, honeymooning in Greece, holidayed in Tunisia, Gran Canaria, playing games to waste time, tapas-ing and sangria in Spain, camping, taking driving lessons, taking my driving test, passing my driving test, buying a Classic Mini, driving a classic mini, buying a Jeep Cherokee, driving a Hate Tank (Jeep Cherokee), visiting family in America, buying my wedding dress in America, carrying my wedding dress as hand luggage home, being pregnant, seeing many plays, watching my husband act, loving my husband, watching my baby grow, creating a family, wanting a dog, buying a dog, loving a dog, being annoyed at my dog, missing the Philippines, missing people, missing my family, discovering Skype, joining Facebook, writing a blog, taking millions of photos, learning I love to jog, discovered black eyeliner, stopped going to church, started going back to church, discovered the importance of extended family, trust myself, fell in love with folk music, watched lots of movies, watched Lost and 24, watched every episode of Friends, got bored of Friends…….

And here I am turning 30. A lot can happen in a decade.

Shallowness

Why, sometimes, am I weirdly jealous of people I have no real reason to be jealous of?

Why do I look at their pictures and get lost in a world of 'I wish I was....'.

In truth, I don't want to be anyone else or look like them, or have blonde hair, or have curly hair, or be short, or be able to wear 4 inch heels, or be able to lead a band as a singer, to be that confident or be outgoing and silly and whimsical and talented and .....

Oh yeah, I do.

Time to grow up? I think so. Just tell my juvenile jealousy that.

The job situation

I got an interview for that job I wanted. I didn't get it. Which is gutting, and demoralising, and all things that make you feel like crawling up in your flannel sheets and feather duvet and saying 'no' to life for a little while.

I had a week to prep, and prep I did. I gave a 10 minute presentation which I KNOW was amazing. The interview went so well. In my prep work, I covered all grounds for potential questions and what the best thing to say would be. I rounded the troops - gathered information from people who knew more than me. I had an army of 'you can do it's!' behind me.

I'm gutted because it was perfect. Well, at least right now I feel like it was. It was a huge step up for me, but one that I realise now I am MORE than ready to take. I want it. I want to work hard, to make a difference, I really really thought I had it in the bag.

A couple of things - I know that I gave them a lot to think about during the interview. I'm good at reading people, and they liked me. There was a vibe in the room. We were on the same page. We were throwing ideas back at each other, there was a buzz.

At the end of the interview, asking a few questions about the organisation and asking the trustee the reasons behind her working for the charity, I mentioned flexible working and family friendly policies. Their faces dropped. I know that legally they are not allowed to take motherhood into consideration while hiring someone, but I'm pretty sure the rejection of me had something to do with that. I do understand that whoever succeeded in getting the role will have had more experience, perhaps gave a better interview ---- but I just had the feeling the whole way through that it was going well. You know, when you know? I don't meant to be cocky. But then I came out with the mother thing and I could see it wasn't going to happen.

So I came home and held my son, cuddled him close and wondered if I shouldn't have mentioned anything. By law, if you are hired by someone and you apply for flexible working, they have to give it to you unless there is some reason they can't. And it has to be a pretty valid reason. I thought to myself 'should I have kept it on the down-low till they offered me the job?'..

I looked at Milo and guilt clenched my insides. How could I neglect to mention him? How could I pretend he didn't exist? I need a job where I'm not only allowed to talk about him, but they are more than willing to let my motherhood be a part of who I am and the job that I do. There's no way I'm keeping silent about my boy like there is something to be ashamed of. You know what? I'm a mom, and I can do this job, and I'm allowed to work different hours because I will rock at it, because I am the best candidate, and YOU KNOW WHAT? Milo makes me the better candidate and a better person.

So, yes the job was perfect. Everything about it seemed so right for me, and I wanted it so very badly. But this is life, and I move on and I get over it and I look at my family and my home and I breathe deeply and stop. Life is all of this that I have. Be alive and live in that.

The thing about motherhood is...

What I wasn’t expecting was to fall absolutely head over heels, infatuation-type love with my baby. I was full of excited adrenaline. I couldn’t sleep for 2 days, even though I’d been through labour and really quite frankly needed to. I wanted to watch him sleep. I wanted to hold him really close to me. I wanted to cuddle and snuggle and be with him every second of the day and night.

I suppose it is the hormones, but really – it feels amazing. That’s one thing people don’t tell you about becoming a mother. You hear of sacrifice, of diapers, of no sleep, of the trials and tribulations. But you know what’s crazy? And please believe me when I say this because I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life:

You are so in love with this bundle that you would do ANYTHING for them and it is not difficult. Poop, sick, no sleep… I did not for the life of me care one bit. This little guy was my new everything.

There are a couple weird things that have to factor in to this. For one, your new relationship with your partner. This was a humdinger. They tell you your relationship changes - but it’s really quite difficult to explain, and it truly is not a negative change. But, there is another little being in your relationship. Another person that both of you love with all of your hearts/souls/minds. This is strange; particularly if you’ve been in a relationship for a long time (I had been with my hubby for 11 years). We were used to being each other’s ONE. We were in it together; we loved each other as no other. But then this little guy came along and I was instantly IN LOVE. There were now two, and for the first few months of a tiny baby’s life, it’s difficult to figure out how to ‘split’ your love in two.

Another weird thing I’ve been thinking is that when we have another baby – how will I love it as much as Milo? I don’t think there is physically enough love in the world for me to love more. How is it going to be possible? I’ve been told that it just happens, but in a weird, worried way, I think I can’t possibly love another human being the way I love Milo. The love is so instantaneous, so overwhelming that it is just a part of me. I can never complain, I can never get annoyed, I can never not want to be with him. He is the best thing ever. Period.

So for those who want to know what it’s like to have a baby: It’s like falling in love. It’s pure, it’s beautiful, it’s heart-wrenching, it’s all-consuming. You can’t eat, you’re full of excitement and wonder, you cry easily and often. Your heart opens and grows and explodes with the love that now comes easily to you. And you suddenly realise you have to be the best you FOR THEM. And you are more than willing to do it for the rest of your life.

Yeah, that didn't work.

So much for blogging once a day....

Today I am

• Organizing a baby shower for my sis-in-law for Saturday (nothing like procrastinating on important family stuff).
  
  
• Looking after my sick and teething (molars) son.
  
  
• Working from home (copy-writing, editing).
  
  
• Craving an eggnog latte. Can't be bothered leaving the house.
  
  
• Trying to not think about unpayable bills.
  
  
• Neglecting my poor dog (who hasn't been out on a walk for.... I don't know how long)
  
  
• Designing a Christmas card for the charity I volunteer for.
  
  
• Searching high and low for the snot-sucker I lost last night to suck bucket-loads of snot from my son's nose.
  
  
• Anxiously wondering how long after the closing date of the job I applied for (today) I may or may not hear from them about an interview.
  
  
• Feeling guilty that my child hasn't been to the park or anything play-orientated since he's been sick and since I've used him being sick as an excuse to stay inside.
  
  
• Checking Facebook way too much.
  
  
• Mainly eating toast because there's literally nothing else for me to eat (don't worry, my child is eating well).
  
  
• Yet again putting off listening to CD selection a dear friend gave me for my listening pleasure (only 3 months ago).
  
  
• Leaving no time for my brain or emotions or anything like that. (What am I, superwoman?)

SAHM Wednesday

Today was my mommy day. How did I celebrate this? Well, mainly by keeping my PJs on (ALL DAY.. check me out!), making Milo laugh by chasing him around the house, de-fleaing my dog (this was definitely my highlight) and generally bumming around and drinking far, far too much coffee. We did not leave the house, and I am not sorry.

I am sat here, smelling the garlicy, parsley-y chicken Conrad is cooking and getting ready for some couch potato action. Right now Spotify is playing Lana Del Ray, next up is Florence & The Machine. I love my peaceful kitchen. When I'm sat here at the wooden table and old-fashioned church chairs, I feel all is mostly well in the world. It's cozy, it's homey, it smells good and it's already full of memories of too-long dinners and breaking of dawn breakfasts with Milo. A family lives here, and I love each and every one of them.

I leave you with Cheeky McCheekerston:

Job me up, baby.

So I’m gonna do this thing where I try and write everyday for the month of November. I miss writing, and maybe doing this will help my brain get out of the mode of survival.

Onwards and upwards!

On my mind today are lots of applications I am writing. I’m aiming high, but am nervous about the whole, “you’ll let me work 4 days a week though – right?” thing. My plan is to ace the interview and when they decide they love me and can’t have anyone else, I drop the bomb. The way I see it, it’s the charity world and they would be getting a quality candidate for less money, so they win – right? POSITIVITY PEOPLE!

It’s getting darker and darker outside. I have to use the lights on my bike, and driving through Banker a-hole I-own-this-town London is never pretty. But at least I’m working off the kilos of chocolate I have become used to devouring on a daily basis.

Oh – that’s another thing. Milo has stopped breastfeeding (for the most part) and the calories that used to go straight to his little chubby cheeks are now going straight to my less than adorable chubby cheeks (down there). I was so proud of my weight loss post-baby that I didn’t think about the chocolate addiction I was feeding, and the massive crash of self esteem that was inevitable.

More on that another day.

So, yes – I am applying for jobs. I’m aiming high. Every job application has to be different though, if you want to make your mark. There is one particular one I am DYING TO GET. I should not get my hopes up. The way you get jobs is to apply for everything willy-nilly and one will eventually reply. I am in love with this job. This is not the way it was meant to go down. I almost don’t want to send the application in so I don’t have my hopes quashed. But my present job has become – shall we say – less than desirable. The negativity and silence that is my workplace at the moment does nothing for my bluesy November-feeling.

So here’s to nothing, folks. Here’s to being the best girl there is for the job.

Monday morning

I’m feeling slightly thwarted at the moment. I’m trying desperately to put into practice ‘mind over matter’. If I think things are a certain way, then they are that way. Am I being vague? Yes, that is deliberate.

I have become easily intimidated. By people who have the appearance of having it together, of being able to put across an intelligent point. My brain is mush, I’m tired, my mind is somewhere else… I feel like I want to do everything I need to do well, but I’m just not quite doing anything at all. I want to be a loving, intelligent, thoughtful, hard-working person. I feel there are too many things to do, too many things to think about, too many problems to solve. My head is near explosion. So I am intimidated by those who have the time to think, have the time to sit and make lists about what needs to be done. I don’t even have the headspace for that. I feel like I am unable to be the person I want to be. A good mother, a loving and kind wife, a hard-worker, a clean, positive, well-thought out person, a thoughtful friend, a happy and earnest volunteer, a Godly, giving woman who knows what she believes and what she is doing. Someone who can take a joke and can see things light-heartedly, brings joy to a room.

Instead, I feel lazy and tired and thoughtless and powerless and stretched. I feel haggard and ugly and unable to do any of the things I need to and want to do. I feel inarticulate, unproductive and silly.

So there it is. Let this be the start of mind over matter: I am a good person and I will do my best today to be what I want and who I should be.

What I love about Conrad

• He is imaginative, creative. He thinks of things in a different way than your average person. He comes up with solutions to problems, he finds a way around things. He can make a boring day exciting, he can conjure up games to play, or things to do that a new, fresh and exciting.
  
  
• He is handy. He is no normal DIYer. He can fix your whole house. He fixes our house, he hangs things, makes things, creates things, creates solutions to storage problems, makes things look prettier, puts all the things I've broken back together again. I say I would like something someday and he stores it away in his brain only to create something like it and show me as a surprise.
  
  
• He is crazy talented. He is an actor, and a good one. He's one of the rare few that really move you when you should be moved, and really make you laugh when something is funny. He is incredibly watchable, incredibly raw, and rare in his industry. All that work with him know this, all that have been lucky enough to be his director knows how much he brings to every show he is in. His ideas are original, bright, different. He is the actor I measure every other actor on earth by. He is subtle, he is outrageous, and he deserves to be doing what he loves and is good at every day.
  
  
• He is a hard worker. He never quits. His favourite holiday EVER was when we went to build a school in Africa and he could work every single day from 7am till 6pm, hard manual labour. He truly loved it, he hates to have a day of doing nothing. He will do any job you ask him to, and he will do it well. He won't do a quick job, he will make it the best he can for you. He is not afraid of work, he is not afraid to get his hands dirty.
  
  
• He is a gentleman. This is one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place. He lives by the rule "always walk on the roadside of a lady", he helps people with heavy bags, he shovels icy driveways for the lady upstairs, he will always stand up to let someone else sit down on the bus. He is charming and does so with ease and without thinking twice about it.
  
  
• He is sexy. At 31, he has a head full of hair, looks after his body, wears very cool clothes and smells amazing. I think he gets better looking with age.
  
  
• He cooks dinner for me every single day. Even when he is working, he gets home and starts to cook. Even now, I am sitting here typing away while Milo is in bed when truly, I could be cooking dinner. He is on the way home from a long day at work and will be making dinner. I actually feel kind of bad now it's written down. He not only makes dinner, but he makes amazing food. He is imaginative even here: duck with red wine ju, rich homemade caesar salads, spicy and creamy Indian curries, homemade mushroom risotto, Moroccan chicken... the list goes ever on and does not get dull. I appreciate the food he makes every single day. If it were up to me, it would be whatever is easy and quick.

• He makes me laugh uncontrollably. He can make a face, sound, move that will keep me laughing for 10 minutes. He is the only person on earth who can make me laugh like this and it always ALWAYS surprises me. The kind of laughing where you don't even really know why it's funny but it just is.
  

• He makes me remember who I am and what I love, and he wants me to make the most of being me.
  
  
• He is an amazing father. Loving, funny, full of fun games and cuddles when they're needed. And he is not afraid of poopy diapers. He takes Milo when I need a couple hours extra sleep. He is full of love.
  

This is just the beginning of an endless list of why Conrad is amazing.

Milo Phoenix Sharp: 6 months old

You, sir, have turned 6 months old. You have been on this earth for half a year.

How do you like it? Every new day is fun, every new day has something new for you. Today was cauliflower. Yum yum. I don't think you liked it too much, though. I'm not entirely sure anybody would like pureed cauliflower and sweet potato though.

As I type, you are lying on the floor talking away to Snoopy. I don't think he knows you're talking to him. He's sniffing your nappy in a way that makes me think maybe it's time for a change. You like him, though, and you want to talk to him. You love chuckling, laughing, smiling, looking around. You are so immensely full of life. Your favourite thing at the moment is to role over on the floor from your back to your tummy, then role over again going the same way. So basically you're just rolling, rolling, rolling. It's impossible to leave you on your own, because you love moving around! You have also recently started loving peek-a-boo with a blanket, and playing the flyyyyyyyying game with "zoooom zooooooooooooooom" sound effects. I love hearing you laugh, I would stop anything at any time to make you laugh.

You are also trying your hardest to sit up, evening though you don't have the tummy muscles for it yet. Or the balance. Even in your sleep, I see you starting to sit up with a concentrated look on your face. You are definitely working on it.

This month, you have seen a bit of London. You've been to the movies with mommy, which you particularly loved. You've been to the British Museum, the park... You've been to China town. Everywhere you go, I am so proud you are ours. You bundle of joy and love!

You have also been enjoying a plethora of pureed fruit and veggies. So far, you have had sweet potato, carrot, swede, green beans, courgette, pear and apple. Your favourite is apple, although I think carrot comes in close behind. Funnily enough, both are my favourites, too.

I know this next month will be so busy for you. You're going to learn so much, and I love watching you. I've started planning going back to work in a couple of months, and I want you to know something: If it was up to me, I would stay with you. I want to be able to see you grow, laugh, play, sleep, talk, sing, clap - everything. I want to be part of it all. But you know - Life. Life happens and I can't stay with you due to stupid things. I hope you understand, and I hope it won't effect both of us too much. Just know, I love you. I love being part of your life so very much.

Happy half birthday beautiful Milo Phoenix.

What makes the world go round

I love it when couples randomly stop in the street for a hug or a kiss. And then just carry on walking. Like whatever they were talking about, whatever one had said to other meant that they just couldn't wait - a kiss needed to be had. A little look, stop and remembrance of their love had to be shared.

Almost as beautiful as seeing a couple in their 50s or 60s holding hands. I love noticing these people, because if you think about it, it's rare. I love that my parents still hold hands. I never want to stop holding hands with Conrad. I think it's an important part of love. And to see people who have been together for years still sharing in such a small, intimate, sweet, loving, caring, trivial (some might think) everyday thing - it means they still like to feel the other's fingers intertwined around each other. They still like to be sharing everything: walking. Something so normal and everyday, but because they are holding hands they're doing it together.

Daddies talking to their children. Mothers talking to their children. Walking and learning things together, answering silly questions with love and patience. Stopping to talk about what kind of tree that is. The kind of joy that a little person shows in seeing the small things. The adventure that lives around every corner, the excitement that makes them want to run everywhere and get there quicker so they can experience it now!

Men in expensive suits who can't help but pet your dog. They're mid conversation about some stock exchange or some deal they're close to making, and they don't even notice their hand reach out and pet your dog mid-walk. Taking them back to their dog Patch they had when they were 10, remembering life, and God in the small things.

Those moments when you look around and feel a small shiver of excitement for no reason. Maybe the air is a little warmer and you can take a deep breathe and smell spring. Maybe you catch the aroma of a tree that grows in hot climates and it takes you back to a time when you weren't stressed, when you weren't swallowed by everyday tasks. Maybe you look in the sky and the trail of airplanes is fluffier than normal and you take a second to imagine the people up there, on an adventure to somewhere or on their way home.

Feeling suddenly small in the infinite world.

Knowing that your life changes somebody else's. That people really do care for you, realising it rather than knowing it.

Remembering for a moment that you are different than everyone else and that individuality is key to your own happiness and success.

Realising that love is in the small things. Life is in the small things. You are you, every year will be different, every phase of life will change you. What you know will change, what you think you know for sure will definitely change. You will change. Adventure changes for you. Love changes for you. Just remember to love the small things.

So I've been pretty emotional the past week or so. I hate writing when I'm emotional, because I'll come out with all sorts of things I'm not sure I want out there... maybe it would be different if it were an anonymous blog, but.. you know. I'm not so great at bearing my emotions at the best of times. Also it's pretty hard to pinpoint the source of said emotions and really understand them myself. It feels like both the big and small things in life are insurmountable and certain things circle round and round in my head like a broken nursery rhyme.

It may have to do with going in to work one day this week. It brought up all sorts of feelings to do with leaving Milo when I do eventually go back. It killed me. And then the lack of sleep I've been having which always makes me into a complete irrational emotional wreck... yuck. It may also have to do with all the pesky breastfeeding hormones still going round my body, or maybe the fact that this winter is taking forever to get gone. But I'm feeling it, and I'm trying to get rid of it. Just keep calm and carry on.

Well this song is one of the things that has been going round and round and round in my head, and it's just so beautiful and fitting of my love for Milo right now, so.. here it is. Lauryn Hill's song to her son, Zion.



I'm coming out of my emotion-hole so hopefully I'll write more later.