#WickedWednesdays [25.05.16]

We haven’t played along for ages… So I thought why not have a go this week. The lovely Emma over at Brummymummyof2 runs this linky every week and is always good for a laugh and light humour. The purpose is to show the real side of parenting

This is the after shot. This is when we had a poopsplosion and he had  to have an emergency shower in the middle of the day. He was not happy and the only thing that got him to calm down after was being allowed to eat crisps naked on the sofa whilst looking out the window… Talk about living the dream, oh to be almost three again πŸ˜‚

One of the situations when you don’t know which one of your children have done something, but you have a sneaking suspicion, but no proof. The joys of having a few kiddos. No idea how long they were there (they had been thrown out of the bedroom window). I had the joys job of removing the slugs *bork* and washing them. Did I get a thank you??? Ummmmm, no.

Feel free to follow the #hashtag #WickedWednesdays over on Instagram and Twitter. You can go see what other gems some others are sharing and if you want to take part, pop over to Emma’s site and link up too πŸ˜†

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Cherrysnotmyname πŸ’
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Going back to basics|Self Love and Self Care

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I am Thirty One years old.

Yet, often inside I still feel like the frightened, scared, bumbling teenager that I was a decade or so ago.

I have suffered with issues to do with my self esteem for many years. During my life I have dealt with these issues in different ways.

Alcohol. Sex. Drugs. Self Harm. 

Some people may be surprised to read this. The biggest way I have dealt with it is with a Mask. I have always tried to come across as happy and confident. Desperate to be liked. I think this desperation stems from the fact I have never really felt that I liked myself. How many of you can relate? How many of you truly like yourselves?


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I have been thinking lately that I don’t do the things I did when I was younger. No Drugs,Sex and Rock and Roll so to speak (I am making myself younger self seem much cooler/messed up than I actually was). My feelings about myself are less angsty than they were. 

I can confidently say I no longer hate myself. I think I am learning to like myself, but I am realising I want more. I deserve more. I want to LOVE myself. That my friends is a big ask and is very hard to say out loud. 

I was thinking about what stops me from loving me? I have come to the conclusion it is something so simple, something that many, many people do. 

I do not value myself. 

AND

I neglect myself.

It’s easy to do. Especially when you have children. Sometimes you almost feel like it is part of the package. You wear it like a badge of honour. “My children come first”, “I don’t have time for me” etc etc.

I have realised I neglect myself on a very basic level. Simple things like not brushing my teeth at night, not combing my hair for days on end, going days without a proper shower. These things all have impact on how I see and in turn value myself. 

Also I limit myself in silly ways. Telling myself silly little lies, these lies just limit me. Telling me I am not THAT kind of person. 

I am not the kind of person who wears perfume everyday. WHY NOT?

I am not the kind of person who is organised. WHY NOT?

I am not the kind of person who spends time on her appearance. WHY NOT?

WHY NOT?   WHY NOT?  WHY NOT?”

I feel like inside I am screaming this?

“WHY NOT ME?”

I am realising I am only going to be this young ONCE. I don’t want to be 40,50,60 and still dealing with these issues. Wishing I had done more. That I had been more.

Last night I sat and thought about the person I want to be. The person I can be and I made a list of very simple things that I want to do daily/weekly. These are things that you probably already do, but after years and years of self neglect I am ashamed to admit I do not…. Sorry did not! 

I am making a promise to myself, to do these things. To value myself and believe I deserve these things too. These are the very basic fundementals and I hope that they will impact on my life in significant ways.

[Daily]

β€’ Brush teeth TWICE daily [Floss]

β€’ Use a face wash

β€’ Cleanse, tone and moisturise

β€’ Grease hair and comb it

β€’ Shower

β€’ Drink at least TWO glasses of H20

β€’ Wear make up/ Cream face

β€’ Walk around the block

β€’ Meditate for 10 minutes

β€’ Wear perfume

[Weekly]

β€’ Groom eyebrows

β€’ Groom finger and toe nails

β€’ Shave

β€’ Wash hair

β€’ 20 mintue yoga session

β€’ Write in a journal

I am going to have a new baby in a few weeks (still haven’t got my head around this). I would like to be doing these things before, so they are habit and if I miss one or two things it’s easy to pick up again. 

I want to teach my boys to value themselves and I feel that valuing myself is a huge part of that. That will be another blog post, though. 


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Thank you for reading this post. It feels quite significant to post this. I would love to know about your journey of Self Love and Self Care. Are you just starting to learn its OK to value yourself? Have you been on this journey already? Do you have any tips to share? 

Thanks reading

Cherrysnotmyname πŸ’

Cherie πŸ’•

Happy (belated) St George’s day β€’What I love about being Britishβ€’


I would love to say my 4 or even 8 year old drew this, but it was really my 31 year old self. Art isn’t on my list of ‘skills’.

Us British love to complain. Normally not to the person who has caused us grievance, but to everyone else. I know I have been guilty of doing this. We are also ruddy good at queuing, drinking tea and never being happy with the weather… Well at least these are some of the stereotypical examples of what us Brits are like. 

I never really think about what it means to be British. I’ve heard of people who have had to do the British citizenship tests and I am pretty sure if I was forced to take it I would fail. I don’t even know who St George was (don’t worry I’m going to Google it). 

However, when I start to think about things I know about  other parts of the world. I very quickly become very thankful for many things. Things that I (we) often take for granted. Here are but a few of them.

The NHS

I know the NHS isn’t ‘safe’ at the moment, and I know it’s not perfect. Overworked, underpaid staff, long waiting lists etc BUT I am still insanely thankful, that at ANYtime on ANYday I can see a medical professional. Doctors, Nurses, Consultants, Surgeons, Dentists and more can all be found and called upon in an emergency situation. 

Like I said the system isn’t perfect and the people who use it aren’t perfect, so it does get abused, which in turn means the system ‘fails’ more. But for all the short comings I am beyond greatful for the surgeons who performed my emergency c section which ensured mine and my sons safety. 

To the Consultants who are helping is deal with Darwins Bi-lateral glue ear.

 To the Health visitor who supported me both emotionally and with resources whilst going through Zachary’s Autism Spectrum Disorder Diagnosis 

and the Doctor and Pharmacist who have saw and treated my eldest for bacterial tonsillitis. 

Yes I know I have paid taxes and my husband pays taxes and eventually our children will pay taxes, but I am glad we don’t have to consider what our ‘insurance’ covers or get left with a huge bill everytime one of us gets ill or requires treatment. 

I know some people might disagree. These are just my thoughts, opinions and musings. 

The Welfare State

Again and imperfect system for an imperfect nation. Due to many circumstances the Welfare state for many has become a way of life, which in reality is very, very sad. However, that is a topic for a different blog post. 

I am greatful that if people find themselves in situations where they well and truly are down on their knees they can look for that lifeline, that bit of hope. 

I am greatful that the disabled, the very poor, the mentally ill, the addicts, the victims of abuse and domestic violence etc can get help, they can get support, they can access many different things, money, housing support, mental health teams, free school meals, hostels, refuges etc.

I am glad. I have experienced being a user of one or more of these services, at no fault of my own. I was the child that had free school meals. I no longer feel ashamed I feel greatful. 

Freedom (In Many Ways)

I am beyond greatful that I do not live in fear, fear for my life. Because of my Gender, Sexuality, Race or any other meaningless form of labelling used to segregate us. 

Yes, we still have issues with gender inequality, homophobic attacks, racial profiling etc. As a rule of thumb I think here in Britain we do not fear for our lives, although we may suffer discrimination, compared to other parts of the world, We have it pretty easy. I am not suggesting everything is A OKAY, we still need to fight against the injustice we see here in Britain, but I am greatful for the progress that has and is continuing to be made. 

The right to vote
This is something I am only really beginning to appreciate as an adult. Voting is complicated and I often feel like I’m missing a few puzzle pieces and can’t quite see the whole picture. However, I can not imagine living in a country where you have Zero say over who runs it, how they run it and what they do with the countries resources. 

The Education system

Again, much like the NHS and the Welfare state. The education system isn’t perfect, but it’s FREE! We have options, Pre school, Private schools, academies, home school, Montessori school, faith schools. Our children don’t have to walk miles and miles to get there. There are different types of schools and different ways to educate your children. The fact we all have access without question is actually pretty mind blowing. 

Diversity

I love that Britain is pretty diverse in many areas. You can meet people from so many different walks of life. People who have had different experiences, who choose to live there lives differently to you. 

I’ve had the chance to learn about different religions, cultures, Eat different foods, listen to other styles of music and experience difference cultures. I truly believe this enriches us as individuals and as a nation. 

So there you have it, a few things that make me happy to be British. I hope that everything that is wonderful about this nation continues and my children have the chance to grow up in a pretty safe and beautiful country.

I also love tea, fish and chips by the beach, a Sunday roast,BBQs and a Bank Holiday ☺️

What do you love about being British??? If you are my British what do you love about where you live?? 
Thanks for reading 

Cherrysnotmyname πŸ’

Cherie πŸ’•