Category: Family

Super Mommies…

… I wish I was one of those super mommies!

You know the kind who wakes up the children with ready to eat healthy breakfast, who bakes pastries and sends them to school, who never ever forgets important school dates.

Who has lunch ready by the time the children are back from school, who bathes the little buggers and reads them a bed time story.

One with diaries to make sure, she never forgets anything.

Yeah, I wish I was so organised, motivated and wide awake, looking stunning in the early morning…. or afternoon.

Who organises play dates and hang out with the other mums on playgrounds.

But me? Pfffff…… I don’t plan…..I do have a planner however…..but forget to note important dates…. I forget school relating things until the day they actually happen or when I am really lucky the babies tell me just before shops will close.

Other mums??? I don’t even know what they look like and my excuse for now is, that I just moved here, ha!

Yes, I admit I am chaotic, I am most of the day in rush or busy with other things and also yes, when it is more convenient, I just put some chicken nuggets and chips in the oven paired with a glass of smoothie.

Yeah, I am trying…. but hey, they are alive and healthy so I must do something right.

Franky

Christmas in hospitality

As you might have read earlier, I currently work in a hotel as a waiter.

I, together with my headwaiter and two other lovely individuals, run the breakfast buffet which can get pretty tough, especially at weekends.

But now that we had Christmas, we are open 30 minutes longer every day and we are fully booked until the 2nd of January!

30 minutes does not sound much at first…. but hey ho, we ALWAYS (and I am rolling my eyes right now) have guests who come in one minute before we officially shut the doors. Maybe I should mention that in addition to the 30 minutes we top it up with another 15 minutes as a curtesy! And even than, some guests have no care in the world, wandering around, thinking about what next to eat. And than we have those very cheeky guests who stick their head through the closed door, demanding more food/drinks!!! What the…?!

If you are one of those who like to eat out over Christmas:

Don’t you think about the staff? About the people who serve you? Who get up very early in the morning to get the buffet ready, arranging everything nice so that you don’t get sore eyes?

Have you ever thought about, that those people working in hospitality would have liked to stay at their cozy homes, watch their children, family and friends to unwrap presents and stuff their faces with delicious food they prepared the day beforehand???!!!

I had to work 9 days straight! I did not get to see my children unwrap everything and I had to prepare all food the day before with instructions for my family about how long to put what in which oven to be ready for when I return from work.

So since I had to work every single day over the festive period, I would never even consider eating out at such a time and those with family (maybe, or high likely those without as well) will understand why.

Franky

P.S.: Once I was home from my shift I did nothing but eat all day long, my Christmas dinner was lovely.

Worldly possessions

On my way home from work I realised, I could live without all my so called worldly possessions!

I wouldn’t mind if I loose my house for what ever reason, everything in it, even my beloved eye and face cream (which is quite fancy, makes me look 10 years younger and costs hubby a fortune).

I wouldn’t mind loosing all my favourite clothes and running gear… after all you could replace it all.

But what I could never live without is the love of my friends, my children and husband.

Feeling loved is the only thing that does not make you feel lonely and that, I think, is the most important thing.

Merry Christmas all

Franky

Being emotional

It has been over a year since my grandma died.

When my husband told me after I got back from my shift in the evening, I cried.

One of those long, loud, raw heartbreaking cries. It didn’t last long.

I cried it out while my husband held me.

I did not cry at the funeral. I didn’t want to. Didn’t want the others to see me like that.

But every time I see a grandma and her grandchildren together, I have tears in my eyes.

The pain does not lessen. It is a constant ache and I know I will be feeling like this forever.

I am certain it is because I can’t hear her voice anymore, can’t phone her up to ask for advice.

That’s what I miss the most. The advice… Advice how to handle things, to hear her opinion.

I lost the most important person in my life….

But that is life, right? Life gives and life takes….

I will survive this with a sad smile.

Franky

Finally in Scotland

I, or better we, my family and myself, finally made it to Scotland.

But we did not get to buy our own house just yet. Our house buy fell through, but I was more than happy about it.

It just wasn’t the house. The house itself was nice, but we all know that “nice” is “shits” little sister. Also I did not like the location one bit.

However….

Within less than a week from when we knew we won’t buy said “nice” house, we had to find a place to rent.

We have been to Scotland to view houses a couple of times though we couldn’t really afford it and every time  a lender/ property broker heard we are currently not working we did not get the letting, despite the fact that we offered to pay rent a year upfront!

So deary, imagine the following:

You have to find somewhere to live within a week, because the army wants you to vacate the army quarter, sort out removals, sort out schools for the children and find a new job.

So in the end we where kind of desperate and when I phoned up the last letting I found, I just lied! And I did it without turning into a overripe tomato!

I said we are employed and are happy to pay 6 month upfront rent!

So now we are living in a cottage that is so small, you can’t even fit a tumble dryer in and some of our things are stored away.

You might think, I am Rockefeller. Oh I wish I was.

In the end my husband and me found good paid jobs and am about to apply for a mortgage again.

13 years ago I visited Scotland for the very first time and now I get to live here, finally!

And with a little bit of luck, we get our own house by the end of the year. It would be so nice to celebrate Christmas in our house…..

So I keep on hoping, keep on fighting for the good and better things in life.

After all we all deserve the best, do we not?!

Franky

Appreciation

I came to realize that I did not appreciate many precious moments I experienced!

When my teenagers where little, all I wished for was them to grow up a bit faster to be more independent.

I felt tired all the time, and every day was just a rush. Rushing to kindergarten, rushing to school, rushing to work…

And before I knew it, my babies turned into teenagers… literally in a blink of an eye and what did I do? I did it again:

When I clashed, as so many times, with my teenage daughter, I wished for her to be older so that she could move out and live her own life.

That is an awful thing to do!

I should have tried to spend more time with them, should have cuddled them more and told them, how much I loved them, I should have surprised them more often with little things or picnics. I should have done that every single day until now and every day coming!

If we are lucky, children live at home for 18, maybe 22… or even 25 years and compared to a (hopefully) long life, that is nothing! Nothing!!! It is such a short time you get to spend with them.

If you are lucky, they love you enough to phone and visit you on a regular basis. And if you are really, really lucky, they even live close by, so that you also get to see your grand-babies!!!

SIGH…. big SIGH….

When I was not working because the children where too little, all I did was complaining because I didn’t get to go out of the house. Complaining how bored and isolated I felt.

Instead I should have been happy about the fact, that I am actually be able to spend so much time with my children, get to sleep more and do what ever I want.

And I know I should show my husband more affection. I know I should miss him when he is away because one day, he might not be around anymore and I might regret my (non-) actions.

In this case it is not funny how my perception has worked out for me. No, it is rather sad.

But this is life and life never goes the way we want it to.

Guess, I keep on trying, trying to be the best mom and wife I can be. Trying to make it better and trying to make the best of life.

Franky