Follow me if you will as I try to navigate through the ups and downs of my world.
I'm writing this blog to help me make sense of all that has happened - from my diagnosis with non-Hodgkins lymphoma while pregnant with my third child in May 2008, through to my reflections on chaotic family life as I try to pick up the pieces of my life again.
The kids are so small, and I'm working hard to keep us all safe and to stay in remission.
Stay with me - it won't be all doom and gloom I promise!
Sunday, 11 April 2010
It was lovely.... just lovely. We read, swam, sunbathed when the weather allowed it, and explored the island in our TINY hire car. We had coffees galore in lovely cafes and wandered around markets, ate seafood, and didn't have to worry about anyone else but ourselves for a whole week. It really was as good as it should have been.
The hotel had a spa - and when we arrived at the hotel I was handed a voucher. Not only had my mother volunteered to have the kids she'd also booked me an amazing massage with a chocolate wrap - Easter theme I guess!?! So Saturday saw me covered in chocolate and wrapped in clingfilm with only paper knickers to keep me company. Thank heavens it WAS only Saturday - and the beauty therapist - who did see me!
I read voraciously, but did manage to talk to Roger too. Now I'm right in the middle of 'The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest' and back with the kids. I cannot put it down but am having to. Torture!
The kids were really well behaved when we were gone and had a fantastic time with my mum. Hattie was furious with me the whole of yesterday, saying 'stay Grandma' and pushing away my kisses. She's melted a bit today - but still mutters about her Grandma if she thinks I'm getting too familiar. I think she did really miss me - but I know she was just fine with my mum too.
My aches and pains have pretty much disappeared - that's good! But I did discover, as I'd suspected, that my tiredness is not just to do with the kids. I had my moments of exhaustion in Majorca and my energy levels were not brilliant. Of course back home I don't have the option of taking a nap when things become too tiring, and that's really what I need to do.
And tomorrow, we're taking the kids camping for a couple of days. The forecast is ok, but I'm feeling weak at the prospect. Can we remember how to put up the tent? I'll have to somehow make risotto on our camping stove. Oh oh oh - it's a far cry from lounging in Majorca. And we're getting our kittens on Wednesday. Much excitement all round and debating about names. Daisy and Bill we think. Don't ask!
I'm a mother with three kids under eight whose demands, squabbles and general existence take up unimaginable swathes of time. I've also secretly always fancied myself as a bit of a writer - though not with much evidence to show for it - so maybe writing this will prod me in the right direction. We'll see.