New year, Fresh start….

Well it’s not exactly new year anymore, almost 1/4 of the way through 2024, but nevermind!

I ended up having close to 2 months off work, so January and half of February was spent reading books, watching tv shows and movies, napping, swimming and generally trying to rest and relax as much as possible while the girls were at school. It’s been a little up and down and I still have good days and bad days, but I am generally feeling a lot better overall, I have settled onto the medication and feel a lot more rested and less burnt out than I was in December.

My work have been really good and allowing me to ease back in more gently with a lighter workload, and things at home have improved somewhat.

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2023 Book Challenge

This year I have set myself the same goal as last year – to read 25 books!

Got a good xmas haul this year so should keep me going for at least a few months!

I was feeling a little underwhelmed by my goal as 25 books doesn’t seem like a lot (I used to be able to read up to 40 books a year before I had kids!) – however my daughter has pointed out that if I include all of the story books I read to my youngest daughter every night at bedtime I am probably reading around 1000 books a year, so that certainly made me feel better!

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December

A lovely trip to see my sister in Wales and be pampered at the spa was a great way to start the month! Massage and lunch and steam rooms and saunas – and an ENTIRE HOUR SITTING READING MY BOOK WITHOUT ANYONE YELLING AT ME!

It was basically heaven, so thanks to my sister for a brilliant early Xmas present!

Work was very hectic and busy trying to wrap up everything before xmas. Then we were striking and picketing and demanding justice, and wrapping presents and decorating the tree and various pre-Christmas admin jobs.

And a very sad and subdued trip to Scotland for my friend’s funeral. My mum came to babysit the girls for a few nights so I could get up to Scotland and back for the funeral. A sad trip but I managed to stay with an old Uni friend up there and it was nice to see them.

Then I got exhausted and overwhelmed and miserable and was signed off work for a while to try and sort my mess of a life out. It has all been a bit much and I’m struggling to cope with anything at all really.

So we did xmas things in a low key way this year, went to a panto, saw some friends, ate some mince pies, bumbled about quietly.

And actually it was a really wonderful Christmas – it was quiet and everyone was pleasant and kind to each other and no-one shouted. We all relaxed and caught up on sleep and got lovely presents and had a truly lovely time.

Then we went up to my mum’s for a few days over new year and had a nice relaxing time up there. All in all it was a nice end to the year, in spite of being a bit hectic and exhausted and worn out by the end of term!

Hoping 2024 brings us some fresh starts and calmer, happier lives in general.

November

November was up and down, but mainly down.

We saw some lovely old friends who came for a visit who we hadn’t seen in a long time. We took impromptu road trips to look at houses. We planned a birthday party and Christmas presents and all sorts of things.

We are still struggling with some really tough behaviour overall from my older daughter, but it comes and goes and we are slowly attempting to navigate it and figure it out. I have had a few insane parenting moments myself, losing my temper and threatening to throw away ALL of her jumpers for example, or shouting at her down the street that she was being a MASSIVE TWAT (not my finest hour). I have recently installed my very own star chart reward system whereby I give myself a gold star for every time I stay calm and regulated in the face of angry irrational screaming and yelling from the tween, and when I fill it up I am treating myself to a massage.

However living in a house where you get constantly screamed at and blamed relentlessly for flushing the toilet incorrectly, or moving her new lip liner even if you haven’t touched it, or failing to help her understand her maths homework, or buying the wrong damn snacks all the time is exhausting. And it grinds you down fairly quickly when it’s every day, all the time, which it feels like it is at the moment. I’m told that “relationship gestures” are the best way to regulate trauma in these cases, but no amount of texting “I love you”, buying her flowers, buying tickets to football matches, buying new jumpers or clothing, or sourcing her favourite biscuits seem to help.

Sometimes the little one parrots my words back to me and it always makes me laugh when you realise there are certain phrases you clearly say a lot. The other day she shouted at me “MUMMY YOU HAVE TO BE PATIENT! I CAN’T DO EVERYTHING BY MYSELF!”

The little one turned 6 and we had a really great party and she was inundated with presents! Annoyingly 90% of them were pink and unicorn themed which feels like a massive step backwards for feminism, but nevermind….

While falling happily asleep after the party she told me “Mama my favourite part was getting all those presents. And my favourite part was playing with all my friends. And my favourite part was dancing and playing games with V. And my favourite part was making the cake. And eating the cake. And my favourite part was my party bag. And my favourite part was….”

It was very sweet and wholesome!

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Under Offer…

So, we have indeed put our house on the market, and have received an offer (currently still attempting to negotiate price but it’s not bad given the market at the moment).

However, sadly we have ruled out France as an option. I am a bit gutted as I was really excited about it but have realised that my older daughter simply won’t cope with a change of that scale and magnitude and so it just isn’t going to work for us.

However, this leaves us with a new dilemma – where to move next?

As my job is fully remote it leaves us with almost too much choice. In the old days you would move somewhere within a radius of your job, but now I can literally go anywhere. So where to choose?

Obviously key indicators here would be proximity to some sort of support network, and ideally cheaper houses, preferably a nicer, smaller place with smaller, nicer schools. Realistically most places are generally either nicer or cheaper but rarely both!

Over half term we went on a bit of a tour of possible places to live. Firstly up to my mum’s in Yorkshire, where we looked at a very nice house that is definitely much cheaper than our house, and pretty spacious (though limited garden). The area is nice, and while the secondary school is fairly big it’s a nice neighbourhood.

The house was right behind my mum’s house and I could certainly see the benefits of living so close to my mum! I was very tempted to put in an offer but held off, mainly as I wasn’t quite ready to commit, and deep down I’m just not sure it’s where I want to live long-term.

We also visited Norwich where a friend of mine has recently moved and houses are also much cheaper than here, and looked at a nice house there, but again, I didn’t really feel massively like it was where I want to be.

We also went to stay with another of my cousins, who has weirdly recently moved to the exact village where I grew up as a child. I had forgotten just how lovely it is there. It’s either a large village or a small town depending on how one classifies these things, but it has a grocery store, post office, small fire station, doctor’s, library, fish and chip shop, about 5 pubs (obviously) and a primary school. Unusually for a village it also has a small secondary school, which is very appealing. Most small villages feed into much bigger comprehensives in the nearest town, but this village bucks that trend and has it’s own secondary school (it only goes up to 16 however, no 6th form currently).

It also has a large country park which my siblings and I spent many happy years roaming about in. It’s lovely and small and in the countryside, and has a lot going for it.

Even though I haven’t been back there for decades, I felt instantly at home, and comfortable there. I know every curve and every bend of every path and road, and it all came flooding back so clearly. I’ve always been more of a wanderer and adventurer, but it felt really very nice to go home. And it really did feel like home.

Recently things at home have been complicated and chaotic and really really hard, and I feel a really strong pull to move somewhere safe and comforting and familiar. (I also feel a really strong pull to run away from it all to somewhere like France but frankly our problems are going to follow us wherever we go and we have had to rule out the more exotic options for now).

Obviously there can be bullies anywhere, in any school. but a generally smaller school with a more rural intake seems like it might help, and I would hope there would be fewer stabbings and murders and so on there.

So I am taking the girls back in a couple of weeks to look at houses and explore the village a bit. While houses there are certainly not as cheap as they are in France or Yorkshire, and I won’t be mortgage free, I can hopefully end up with a decent chunk of leftover money to do renovations, or install solar panels to reduce my bills, or pay off a smaller chunk of mortgage. I may even be able to finally have a pottery wheel and a kiln and get back to my favourite hobby if I’m lucky!

While looking at houses idly in the area, nothing was really jumping out at me, until one house came onto the market that was PERFECT. I had to hold off on putting an offer in INSTANTLY as I was very tempted but felt I ought to at least see the place properly in person first! So I took the girls on an impromptu road trip and we went to see the house and show them both around.

We LOVED it and immediately put in an offer, but sadly while this was happening our potential buyer withdrew their offer so we ended up back at square one, but hoping it will still work out in the end! We are considering options like dropping the price further and bumping my advert up the rightmove listings etc.

Still really hoping we can get that house but we’ll see….

October

October was BUSY.

Full of Dr’s appointments and smears and scans, and repressed subconscious dread, and 3am fully conscious dread.

Full of school flu vaccine consent forms and parent’s evenings and “your kid isn’t where we would like her to be in English and Maths but try not to feel like a failure as a parent”, and school fetes and forest school and mysterious insect bites from forest school, and head lice and football matches, and forgotten pe kits that need to be driven to the school asap as there’s an external football match we didn’t know about.

Full of job interviews, and important work projects and external webinars (no my hair is not behaving for that!) and research about visas and moving to France, and meetings with estate agents, and potential house viewings and approving photos and putting the house on the market.

Full of laundry and batch cooking and meal planning and playdates and trawling the city for good-quality second hand bicycles, and “it’s the best quality one that they have who cares if it’s pink?”, and buying new reflectors and lights and bike locks, and putting the bike chains back on when they fall off, and waiting on hold for insurance companies and police reports. Full of Christmas and birthday present shopping to spread the costs out.

Full of pay disputes and union meetings and strike ballots, and absorbing the unfolding horrors of Israel and Gaza.

Full of fighting to access post-adoption support that is sorely needed, full of referrals from one team to another team, to another team, who have already closed our case as we were referred onwards…. Endless phone calls and meetings over and over and over again.

Full of stress, full of hormones, full of angry teenagers shouting and screaming and a very tired parent who can no longer be therapuetic because she is EMPTY. Full of general despair and feeling low and miserable and fed up of literally everything.

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September

So after a fun and hectic summer we settled back into our routines.

The start of school was tough – anxiety about new classes and new teachers meant crappy behaviour at home. All of a sudden the new school uniform that fit just fine when we tried it on in the shop in July was too big and not right, and I bought the wrong kind of sweetcorn, and so on.

There was a lot of yelling at me in general!

But things settled down eventually and the girls got back into their routines and I went back to work.

I had some great news at work that a course I worked on for over a year was shortlisted for two awards which was really great so I was very pleased with myself! And I continued to struggle with my manager who I find patronising and irritating. But I also got an interview for a really good job (I won’t get it but being shortlisted for interview was exciting!).

We have spent most of September weighing up whether or not we should move to France (see my other post on this), and are now considering where else we might move to if it’s not France.

I have a lot of things to consider in all corners!

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Exploring our options

So, after our wonderful holiday to France in August, we are pondering a serious question….

Should we sell up and move to France?

There are a wide range of reasons why we might want to do that, and just as many reasons why we shouldn’t, so I am attempting to unpick them and explore them all as carefully as I can. I’ve been talking to a wide range of friends and family to try and understand lots of different perspectives and get a sense of whether or not it would be the right thing for us.

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