I was nominated by the always Lovely Laura Summers over at Lauras Lovely blog to join in with the Love Hate Tag. Thanks for getting me involved Laura – my posts have been a bit down beat this last week so it’ll be nice to have one at least 50% positive! x
Ten things I Hate
- Cold feet. I think I have Raynauds disease – self diagnosed of course, as do my Mothers side of the family. My circulation is pretty rubbish and my toes are always cold! I hate wearing shoes without socks anytime past August, and can’t sleep in the winter without thick socks (which are often discarded half way through the night). Sexy, I know.
- Hating Mess. I do hate mess, I admit it. But I hate more, that I hate it. Still with me? It’s a ridiculous state of affairs when you have 2 kids, and it causes me a heaps of unnecessary stress…putting stuff away for it only to be brought straight back out again. I’m trying my best to let the kids be kids, but I confess, I like the house straight again by bedtime so I can ‘unwind’ in a calm environment. Bad Mum? Probably! It seems letting your kids trash your house is the done thing…
- Laundry. I don’t mind a bit of tidying up (see #2) but laundry, it is never ending! If money was no object its the first thing I’d offshore.
- Waking up to an alarm clock. I always said, pre-kids, that the way you wake up sets you up for the day. I ditched the screeching alarm clock and replaced it with a light alarm clock – which also had options of birdsong, or panpipes. Imagine that now! Ha ha, I’m woken up every morning by a screaming baby. She obviously missed the memo…
- Washing my hair. Wetting it, then drying it again, in exchange for an hour of my life. Boo.
- Bad photographers. Imagine the scene – you and the family / friends are at a beautiful beach / park / birthday party / christening / etc etc All dressed up in your finest; the perfect shot is in your head – you ask someone to take a picture and they take it of your heads only, or in the wrong orientation (god forbid) or from too far away. Yep – you’ve been there haven’t you.
- Politics. I’m not talking David Cameron, Nick Clegg here. I think I have spent a unhealthy amount of my life worrying about Politics within relationships; Friends, Families, Children: Who do we invite, what if they feel left out, who do we go to on that Mothers day / Fathers day / Easter / Christmas, we’ve been invited to two do’s on the same day, who do we invite to the kids parties, Let’s think did they invite us to theirs? Aaargh. It seems that although we constantly worry about not upsetting people, we still manage to. It’s not easy getting it right, and I hate hurting peoples feelings.
- Hangovers. Right, so no one enjoys a hangover, ever. But the days where they were spent lazing in bed, getting a McDs breakfast and maybe heading to the pub on a Sunday evening for a Roast and laugh about the night before – those days were a darn sight easier than the current type. Screaming kids, inability to function, no option to sleep it off, 4 day hangovers – it’s quite honestly been enough to say no to the odd booze up. It’s just not always worth it.
- Small mindedness. I don’t think I need to elaborate too much. I like embracing all people, from all walks of life, all backgrounds. Don’t agree? Fine, just don’t talk to me about it, thanks.
Do you know, I can’t think of a tenth thing so I’m going to leave it there. Why scrape the barrel looking for negativity, when it’s not coming to me!
Ten things I Love
- Spicy food. Of pretty much any kind. Chicken Jalfrezi, Extra Hot Nandos, Subway with southwest sauce and extra Jalapenos. Chilli in pretty much everything going. My addiction has been somewhat held back by the addition of two nippers to our family meals. Much to the relief of my not-so-heat-loving Hubby.
- Nostalgia. If you haven’t figured it out already from my blog, I’m a bit of an old romantic. Childhood memories, pining back to the excitement and fun of my twenties, reminiscing about holidays gone by, memories made and the times we shared. To me an opportunity to make memories is worth so much more than a material gift. Rose tinted glasses? Maybe, but there’s something so wonderful about taking your mind back to the golden summers of the past.
- This Green and pleasant land. I love Britain. I love England. I couldn’t think of anywhere in the world I’d rather live. Honestly. It’s all about the fair weather, the occasional extreme weather which just visits once in a while (enough to send us into an excited frenzy), the magnificent beaches, rolling hills, vibrant cities and diverse colourful population. I love a good old Roast dinner, and an English breakfast. I also embrace our history, culture and I think we are a pretty awesome nation of sarcastic, funny, kind and giving people. Mostly.
- Fresh sheets. I don’t know if there are many feelings better than getting into a new bed, with fluffed up pillows, a duck down duvet, with dead straight sheets and fresh smelling linen. Pure heaven. Fresh sheets equal early nights in our household! I have this amazing bed spray from Rituals which puts the new sheets loveliness off the scale too…
- Condiments. This has become a bit of a joke within our family. We can’t go out for a meal without someone making a quip about whether there is ‘Mint sauce’ for the lamb. I have a thing for the perfect partnerships of condiments with certain foods! Roast Lamb with mint sauce, obviously, Pork with apple sauce, Beef with Horseradish (Mustard will do at a push), Turkey with Cranberry. But it doesn’t stop there…McDonalds with sweet and sour dip, Chips with salt and vinegar, Bacon sandwich with brown sauce. If the answer is ‘no, sorry we don’t have any’ watch my face drop and my meal be ruined in a flash. The sad truth!
- The ‘odd tipple’. Now I’m no AA member by any stretch of the imagination – especially since having the kids. But I do enjoy a drink now and again. More specifically, as with point 5, the perfect drink for the perfect occasion: Cider with ice on a summers day, A Baileys at Christmas, A red wine with a Sunday Roast Beef, a glass of Prossecs on a special occasion, A pint of Lager with a curry, port with cheese…shall I go on? Oh, and of course, a jaegerbomb at the peak of a good night out (to be regretted in the morning).
- Vinegar. Yep this one already had a mention in point 5, but it deserves a special bullet point of it’s own. I’ve often stated that I’d eat an old boot if it was pickled. Probably true. Pickled eggs, onions, cabbage, gherkins, pickled ginger ; all on my love list under the family that is ‘vinegar’. I practically drown my chips in the stuff too. And, I have been known to have a little sip out of the bottle lol.
- Tea. I was raised by a family of tea drinkers. Some days I realise I am turning into my Mum as I wonder whether I can fit in one more cuppa in the 10 minutes before we are leaving the house. My life is broken into short intervals bracketed by cups of tea. It’s the first thing any guest in the house is offered, and the cue for them to leave (“did you want another cup of tea or anything?”…). It’s the go to in times of sadness, in a drama, true Brit style see point 3. It’s keeping me awake day on day, and it tastes pretty lovely too.
- Life. Now that’s a bit of a wide range in one word. As a Biologist at heart, I am forever in wonder of the world we live in – trees, plants, weather, the oceans, wildlife, the miracle of life. The fact we created two small people that I watch grow and develop into individuals daily. How they are learning and changing, how they have free will and opinions of their own. It’s amazing.
- Family. I am one lucky lady. Surrounded not only by my own beautiful family unit, but also a crazy enormous family who smother me with love every day. As a child of a ‘broken’ family, I was not scarred or left without, my family unit doubled and I couldn’t love my half brothers and sisters, step parents and grandparents more. Living in my home town, I also have Aunties and Uncles, my Big brother and his wife- now some of my best friends. I also married into an amazingly close family who I adore, and who shower us all with love, support and friendship. Whats not to love about that.
Now I tag…..You….If you want to join in, consider yourself tagged! x