Guilty Pleasures!

Ok, so I put the radio on for my son. His request Fun Kids on DAB, of course I put it on totally against my will... or maybe not! I have to say the Disney tunes and kids humour is quite addictive! 

Could I get away with listening to it and blaming it on not having made it over to the system to change the station should any adults appear?! 

This is definitely a reason to have a kid! The childhood humour before the twisted adult humour takes over! 

We're already at half term holidays - I'm sure that time is speeding up the older I get! - I've decided this holidays to take it a lot easier. The fatigue has been taking a hold much more - we've more rest time and home activities planned for this week. Although somehow for one of the activities I managed to mix up the plaster for the car figures wrong! Don't ask how, but balls of slightly wet plaster don't break down well to make a smooth paste! 

I'm now at one of those MS stages of willing to try alternatives, nothing too desperate but if it isn't going to hurt or do any harm then it's worth a try - acupuncture, mindfulness, laughter yoga, T'ai Chi - so when you see a lady balancing with hands moving slowly, needles pointing out of the body, chuckling away to herself whilst focusing on her breath you know it's me! 

One thing I have come across is Forest Bathing which is apparently something that is part of Japanese culture. The aspect that resonated with me is my realisation of the withdrawal I experience when I haven't had a good long time in a forest and how I crave it - there may actually be more to it than just the freshness of the air and escaping from Wi-Fi and phone signal! 

So if that said lady above is also in a random forest somewhere don't be afraid! 

Pumpkins Are Not Just For Halloween!

I'm going to put it out there... I bought a pumpkin to eat!! 
The bloke on the till seemed horrified when I put this suggestion to him rather than spending my evening carving a picture into the pumpkin (which I am no dab hand at!). "Ohh...Pumpkin Pie?" No, no, no! The only pumpkin pies I've known have been made with tinned pumpkin.  I can't be the only person to enjoy a bowl of pumpkin soup! And its great in cakes, or even roasted and whacked in with some pasta.
Now all I can think about is a bowlful of creamy pumpkin soup for this evening! 

This weekend gone, marked the first night away for my son to somewhere that was none family without me! I dropped him off at the sleepover - aware of his age and thinking I'm sure I didn't do anything like that when I was his age - got into the car and fretted. It took me a good few minutes before driving out of the carpark, unbeknownst to me, he was having a cry at me leaving, at that point in time.  He never cries at me leaving him, not even starting preschool, but he stopped crying and had a fantastic time. 
Me on the other hand, didn't leave my phone anywhere just in case they called with an issue, and didn't want to make use of the super early night I could have had with my friend fatigue, for being afraid that nighttime could be a time that he gets upset and wants his Mummy! (Which he didn't!)
The next morning I had a very rare morning without my boy in the house, so what did I do... I put his clothes in the wash, stacked up and put the dishwasher on (as we know we shouldn't be leaving them on overnight) - which included his items from the evening previous to him leaving for the sleepover - all by 8:15am and didn't even make myself a brew until after this! 

Last week I had a lovely opportunity to meet a virtual person I speak to on social media.  Its one of those where because of the profile picture I didn't actually know the person I was meeting.  This is making it sound seedier than it was! 
When I end up with scrap yarn (and those knitters/crocheters/crafters out there appreciate this) I never knew what to do with it until I came across a local charity who asks for Plushi's to be made for children going through cancer treatment and the charity then distributes them (www.the100project.net/plushi).  Now I turn the random scrap yarn that is too small for anything else into colourful little plushi's that can be held in a child's hand, with a funny face stitched on them.  I've previously made them and dropped them through the letterbox but they've moved location and this time I rang the bell and met the lovely gentleman (my friend came with me as I dragged her along), although we did have to shoot to go and pick up our sprogs from where we had left them.