Seeing as I’m giving my blog a bit of a shake up over the next few months, one of the categories I want to resurrect is What’s Not To Love Wednesday, where I’ll be focussing on something that makes me trill with delight (trill? Well…you know what I mean.) And, unlike the rest of my blog, it may not have anything to do with beauty and wellbeing specifically – thought whatever it is, will always bring a frisson of joy into your life – a bit of glowology!
I always remember my lovely Nanny Ciss saying ‘You should be grateful’ when I turned my nose up at something, whether it was a ‘nice bit of liver’ for dinner *shudders* or when I came second in the swimming club gala. Grateful? But I wanted sausages and chips and I wanted to win the trophy. I didn’t get what I wanted, so as far as I could tell there was nothing to be grateful for. As I grew up though, I realised, clever old Nanny Ciss knew a thing or two about leading a happy life and being thankful for what she had.
When I think about being grateful now, as an adult, I understand it all much better. While I was having a bit of a crappy day recently, it only took five minutes for me to switch my mood from yuck to yay and this is what helped…
The dog. Of course, I was going to say that first 🙂 My big, shiny, loveable Labrador Troy. It doesn’t matter that I’m being grumpy or shouting at Stressed Husband or one of the kids, my dumpling dog always forgives my moods and brings me a sock or pair of pants from the utility room as if to say ‘cheer up mum, here’s a present’. Awww. dirty socks? Nice – not. But I’m just grateful for him ‘presenting’ me with something – it’s his way of telling me he cares!
My house. It took a while to get the building work out of the way with lots of stress, dust and family arguments, and even though it still isn’t finished exactly how I would’ve liked it and it smells of damp dog, it has lots going for it: It overlooks the river, it’s big enough for my 3 big kids and their gaggle of friends and the parties. I guess I’m feeling a bit sad now that we’ve got it on the market (news updates to follow) but for now, it’s home and I’m grateful!
Friends and family. Of course, they’re top of the list, but today, I think Troy was the winner and got top mention as he managed to bring me not just one pair of socks and a lovely pair of unwashed boxer shorts, but a pair of slippers today too. And all, I might add, were in his mouth at the same time! Still, it only took me a quick scroll through my texts and a peek on Facebook to see how many lovely friends I have (and I don’t mean just ‘Facebook’ friends but real ‘if you’re down, I’ll listen to you moan and cheer you up’ type friends.) I’m well aware that not everybody is lucky enough to have such wonderful friends and family and so I am always grateful for that!
Being healthy. What more can I say? I moan about my aching hips – but will never give up swinging them about while I’m dancing! I grumble about my dizziness and other menopausal type symptoms which get on my tits (and talking of tits – they’re getting droopier by the minute so I’ve got to moan about those too) but all in all, I’m so, so grateful to be healthy.
So there we have it. My reasons to be grateful today and I’d like to say a big thank you to Nanny Ciss, God rest her soul, for instilling in me that I really ‘should be grateful’ instead of moaning about stuff that doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things. Love you nan.
What are your reasons to be grateful?
To my lovely, loyal readers: I apologise for the time it’s taken me to get back into the blogging groove. Life, as they say, has got (or gotten if you’ve taken on the American affliction) in the way. In fact, since the New Year, our house refurbishment has taken on epic nightmare proportions. By this, I’m talking living – and trying to work – among at least 5 builders in the house at all times 6-7 days a week, daily dust, grime, walls being knocked down, bathrooms out of action, no central heating, hormonal teens having to share rooms, flu which knocked me sideways for almost two weeks and …drum roll…no roof in the middle of winter.
Plus 4 weeks of me and the kids living in a rented flat while Stressed Husband and our dippy dog shivered together in the uninhabitable ‘family home’. And to think, to ease my worries about moving home – for the 4th time in 6 years – Stressed Husband sold the new house to me as needing ‘a bit of decorating’. How naive was I? Honestly, for the past few months, life well and truly did get up close and personal, face to face and block me from living my days as I used to know them – totally.
Adding to the stress from the house from hell, my lovely, loony 36kg Labrador tore his cruciate ligament over Christmas, and after a £4,600 op (what!? But our insurance only covers up to £4,000 per condition….cue compassionate eyes and ‘sorry not sorry’ shrug of shoulders from vet). So our darling, expensive, Troy has been housebound for almost 12 weeks. Given all of this palaver, I think you might be able to imagine – I hope – just how out of kilter life has been of late. Blogging, exercising, tweeting, working, socialising and at times – breathing – has been hard to do.
And now? Spring has sprang – yay! My doggy is on the mend and we are able to resume gentle daily walks in the park or down the river – double yay – and the kids each have their own room – triple yay! But…there is still the downstairs of the house to go – an extension meaning no kitchen – dinner will be food from a microwave or the local chippy for weeks on end…no money for anything but building work…BUT…we have a roof, hot water, heating (ironic now the weather’s improving) AND, miraculously, Stressed Husband and I are not divorced! 🙂
This mad, bad and dangerous first quarter of 2015 has really made me stop and think about what is important and what we take for granted…like, erm, a roof. And after having had life as I once knew it, stripped away and replaced by a domestic horror story, I now realise how much I loved my ‘normal’ life, so in a way, I guess this turmoil has been a kind of blessing. Although not one I would ever, ever want to repeat again…taking note, Stressed Husband?
And, on a more positive note, I’m going to be making a few changes to the content and style of Glowology over the coming weeks to take on board a new transition that seems to have come over me during my recent experiences, along with the changes that occur, I guess naturally, to most women as we mature. Not saying beauty and glamour isn’t going to be focussing big time on the blog – it is still what makes me happy – even though I haven’t had much time to get dolled up of late! But I intend to bring in more family life and feelings and to talk about other exciting writing projects afoot So…watch this space. It’s great to be back!