Love, love, love getting into PJs at the end of a productive day and letting my brain melt out of my ears.
Long working day done (4.00am start!), chores done, smalls bathed and in bed, PJs on, horizontal position assumed.
Love, love, love getting into PJs at the end of a productive day and letting my brain melt out of my ears.
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Another productive day in the office, working on the new 'Marketing In A Box' concept at Electric Octopus HQ and really enjoying it. This time next year Rodney .... Glorious sunshine, a day spent in the garden, lashings of cider, kids playing, hubby DIYing, guinea pig grooming and England v Wales in the 6 Nations, a prefect day. The first warm spring day, as we emerge from winter's dreary grasp, lifts the soul and provides a kick up the butt to straighten out the chaotic debris that comes from 6 people living in a small cottage. The garden was decidedly redneck. After the long soggy winter, the guinea pigs had grown dreadlocks, their hutch roof had rotted and their run falling apart. The chickens claimed trench foot, their coop also rotten. The lawn was taking over, entangling various rusting wheeled toys. Straightening it all out with the liquid refreshment of apples was cathartic. The number of items appearing for sale on Facebook (trampoline missing it's netting, inflatable swimming pool believed to be without leaks, 7x8ft summer house requiring new floor) suggests we were not alone in our garden spring clean. First glimmer of sunshine and we all get a bit feverish. The only thing that was missing was the smell of 'quick, light the BBQ, the sun's out' chargrilled sausages! What's not to be happy about? Actually, there have been a few challenges this week that have caused us a bit of stress and worry. Of course there have! Noone can maintain a permanently happy state because life throws curveballs. What's important is how you handle the challenges (mentally and practically) and to keep perspective. It's the end of the week, the sun is shining and I have time for a glass of wine in the garden before the kids come home. So, what's not to be happy about? Simple pleasures! A far cry from my 20 something year old self (my first born was the first baby my hitherto unmaternal, wild child party girl self had ever held), I love babies! There seem to be babies everywhere at the moment. Friends, cousins, acquaintances seem to be spawning all around me and it's making me a little broody! But alas, I'm too damn old, broke and knackered for anymore babies so imagine my delight at the news that before the year is out there will be a new baby in the immediate family to play with (and hand back when I'm done)! A productive and satisfying day working on the new 'Marketing In A Box' website for Electric Octopus. When I grow up I want to be a travel writer, but in the meantime the myriad smalls I've spawned require me to have a proper job. Enter Electric Octopus, the marketing and design agency I founded in 2009. Marketing is my background, a skill set I've studied for, honed and developed over the years. I enjoy marketing and (despite the challenges and stress that comes with it) I enjoy running my own business. But it's not traveling the world, then getting paid for writing about it which is my dream job. I think few people are lucky enough to truly enjoy what they are paid to do. For those of us who have to spend weekdays in an office to earn a living, the concept of perpetual happiness is a complex one. It's a fact of life for most that there are days on end when you seem to just get up, go to work, go home and repeat. So #100happydays is an interesting exercise in finding moments of happiness in days were you may not be doing what you would choose to do. When a day spent at work is a satisfying one, that can be celebrated. An afternoon stroll around my favourite outdoor adventure shop, followed by an excellent meal with hubby's colleagues and a romantic night in a hotel preceded a luxurious lie-in, an hour or so in the spa and a leisurely breakfast on the terrace before heading home to relive the grandparents of the smalls. No, wait, rewind, that's not it ... An afternoon stroll around my favourite outdoor adventure shop, followed by an excellent meal with hubby's colleagues, 3/4 of a bottle of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Honey, several ciders, some more whiskey and a bunch of Sambucas preceded a broken night of acoustically awkward yodeling into porcelain, groaning and pained proclamations of imminent death. As my beloved lay writhing in and out of fragile sleep, I ordered breakfast in bed. Not the best start to his day but a rare treat all the same. |