Midlife Madness!

2016 saw two notable events; having my fourth child and hitting the big 4-0. Now, we all know how haywire your hormones go after giving birth, and being number four, I knew roughly what I was letting myself in for, but hitting forty came like a smack in the face with a freight train! I wasn’t prepared and the resulting aftermath wasn’t pretty. My birthday was a bit of a damp squib to be honest. We had just been through one of our ‘legendary’ house moves less than a week previous. Like a well-oiled machine it was NOT! My parents came to stay over my birthday, which was lovely, and my sister and her husband joined us too, but my OH and I had been having some personal difficulties so there were some undercurrents there, which were stressing us both out. All in all, me hitting forty came at the wrong time. I wasn’t feeling mentally or physically good about myself. If I’m honest, I was bloody exhausted. It’s no real exaggeration to say that, at the time, I saw my life as a person...

Well, I’ve been pestering my other half to set me up a blogging site for months, and now that he has, I’ve been the worst blogger in the history of blogging! Usually, my lack of action is down to my innate ability to procrastinate for Britain, but on this occasion I have actually been busy…..like, getting stuff done busy. For years, I have felt unsatisfied. I see how I want something to be, but it inevitably involves hard work and organisation - traits that I do have the potential to possess, but which don’t usually surface very often - so I tend to either fail to complete the necessary tasks or just scrape through by the skin of my teeth, which still leaves me feeling crap about myself. People always make excuses for me. “Yes, but you have four kids”, is the usual comment. Yes, I do, and at times it gets hectic and they do keep me busy, but it’s funny how I always manage to find time to go on Facebook (other social media sites are available!). If I could get back all the time I’v...