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I recently posted about the importance of a family holiday.
Well, our holiday at Center Parcs was a well needed, well-deserved break. It was a rare family holiday for just us, making memories that would likely shape what we looked for in our family holidays for years to come.
Because when it comes down to it, traditions start life as a simple family activity but stay alive because they become the memories that stick. The thoughts and feelings that your children carry with them from the experience.
I knew immediately when we told Gray about this holiday that we had already created a holiday tradition.
When I was still pregnant with Rhyd, Gray had just turned 3 and we had gone for a weekend break with my mum, brother, and niece. One thing we did as it was a winter holiday was buy marshmallows and toast them on the fire.
Almost the first thing Gray asked when I told him about this holiday was if we could toast marshmallows again!
Well, I thought, this is obviously a positive memory that has stuck with him, so hell yes, we will buy marshmallows! I am happy to embrace such a tasty tradition!
By the end of the week, it was clear to me what sorts of family holiday traditions we liked and wanted to try and continue each year. View Full Post
The day I started writing this I was worried. Stressed. Panicked even.
I had been sent to a meeting in London for work. Usually, this would be the General Managers responsibility, but as my GM had resigned and would be gone at the end of the week, they wanted me there instead.
Somehow, in six years as Assistant Manager, I had never been called upon to attend one before.
All of this, combined with the new rules, regulations, targets, and budgets (being strictly enforced,) made me nervous about being the face of our store for the higher-ups.
I spent almost a week feeling stressed and scared about what might happen at this meeting. About being put on the spot, humiliated or berated in front of the other managers. I had even dressed up just a little and applied makeup that morning, something I don’t usually bother with but I felt I needed a little extra ‘armour’ to boost my confidence.
After discovering I was in fact at the wrong location and desperately making my way to the right place, (not the only one to have made this mistake, at least!) I stumbled in, late, shaking and convinced this would be the worst day of my life.
I was freaking out internally more than a little as I smiled and introduced myself. But, the meeting continued without missing a beat and as my heart rate slowed I calmed, a little.
During a break I apologised and explained. The person in charge was understanding if firm.
The day continued. The world didn’t end.
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It’s amazing how a simple thing can affect your productivity and motivation.
I wrote this post at 8 am, in a café in London.
I had a cup of tea to sip and an almond croissant to nibble on, nervously awaiting the work meeting I’d have to attend at 10 am. (So nervous I arrived two hours early to make sure I wasn’t late!)
I know getting anywhere in London with a time limit ups my stress levels so I decided, I may as well head in super early (thanks, body clock!) and do some writing on my trusty laptop.
I used to go at least once a week to a local coffee shop to do this, while the eldest was at nursery and youngest home with Daddy. But returning to work and changing routines nixed that, unfortunately.
Realizing that once the kids start school and nursery in September I may be able to start doing this again is a huge deal. It really does make me happy, because to me, writing in this kind of environment is something special.
I would say I can’t put my finger on why, but I think I can.
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We have been trying lately to broaden our usual menu, as sometimes you feel like you fall into a rut, right? What shall we have for dinner? Oh, Spaghetti Bolognese again? …ugh… again?
It just so happened recently we had a nice big beef joint. Which I was hesitant to cook because, well, it’s a huge, expensive piece of meat, what on earth do I do with it??
I took to google for a little inspiration, which led me down the slow cooker route, but I didn’t just want to end up with a roast dinner, I wanted something different! Then a BBQ recipe caught my eye. Husband and the boys all love BBQ sauce, so I figured It would be a hit, I was right! View Full Post