This year I’ve decided to take part in Project365 via my blog and on Instagram. It’s basically about taking a photo everyday of the year and recording a memory – no matter how big or small. I’m going to treat it like a photo diary.
Week One 1st Jan – 6th Jan
I love this photo, its my family. From the top left : my brother in law Adam, my Dad Paul and my husband Adam holding (terrified?) baby Niamh. Along the bottom from the left, my Mum Ann, my sister Amy with my niece Charlotte and my son Finley on her lap and then me. In the middle is our family friend Carole. We had a roast dinner and fireworks to celebrate New Year. We were forced by Finley to play endless games of snakes and ladders, which wasn’t so bad as I had a few glasses of bubbly to celebrate the New Year!
Adam was back to work today so I stayed home with the kids. The weather was craptastic and we are still wading through plastic toys that need constructing and cardboard boxes that wont fit in our wheely bin. It’s stressing me out to be honest. I’m desperate to get the decorations down but I can’t find the time. We also started Finley’s homework – this masterpiece is a playdough Christmas Tree that his teacher gave him as a present/ holiday activity.
It was just Niamh and I this afternoon, as Adam and Finley were out. I managed to get most of the decorations down, honestly made me feel so much better its such a relief. I love Christmas but once its over I just want it to be bloody over. I also re-launced my site from Admissions Of A Working Mother to Mum OverRun. I had everything re-directed before Christmas and had been mucking about with it all over the last few weeks. I’ve written a post about it here and I’m really excited (and a bit scared) about this change. I hope being brave doesn’t come back to bite me in the arse.
There is a phrase in our family that gets used quite often, it’s “Aslett luck” and it’s ironic because it’s basically bad luck. You just have to be an Aslett to have it – by birth and even marriage it would seem… This week my husband bought a new car and by new car, I do not mean new – I mean slightly less shit than his previous.
And there he was with his new old-banger happily driving around for a good four hours before it basically fell apart outside the house as he pulled up. This photo is of Finley and my Dad taking a look under the bonnet to ascertain for sure, that the car is indeed fucked.
This week my husband bought a new car and by new car, I do not mean new – I mean slightly less shit than his previous.
The ‘doughnut’. This was one of Niamh’s Christmas presents and she hardly gets a chance to use it because if Finley isn’t using it as a surf board – the cats think its for them. We still have all the new toys, all over the lounge but at least most of the packaging has gone.
We’re being pretty lethargic today, Niamh didn’t get out of bed till 9am. She is starting to just want feeding once in the night now so things are looking up a bit. I’m doing a cooked meal for lunch as we are all really hungry. I think we’re going to take the boy bowling this afternoon. It’s really bloody expensive bowling though. It’s always like twenty quid for half an hours entertainment but I’m not sure what else we can do really. It’s raining and the only other option is soft play and quite frankly I’d rather poke myself in the eye with my car key than sit in a freezing cold warehouse, surrounded by screaming children. Bowling it is then.