I am in bed, laptop on lap, cup of tea next to me and an empty packet of biscuits on the bedside table. It is 7.30pm and I have been sitting here for half an hour, pondering what to write. Noah’s party came and went without too many a disaster, by that I mean, that there was a plenty of cake, caffeine and chocolate to keep the children and their parents happy. There were tears and tantrums, but when are there not tears and tantrums? I think all the children who were invited turned up, The evening ended with a Chinese take away at ours with Mr Grumps brothers, sister in law, niece and nephew. Not forgetting a few extra tag a longs, it seems I always managed to come back from a party with more children than I left with. Maybe that is because we just have Noah, maybe it is because I love a house full of children. Mr Grump says it is because I can not say no! A lovely evening was had by all, I love Mr Grumps siblings! They make me smile.
Now the weekend is over and I have prepared for the week ahead, slight exaggeration, the alarm clock is set, there is coffee ready to be poured into the cafetiere and I have laid out Noah’s clothes for nursery in his room tomorrow, oh did I mention that he is currently in his own bed, in his own room! No? well he is! Anyway, I digress, I am sat here wondering, I do that a lot, I wonder, I imagine, I think, whether this is it? Don’t get me wrong, I love my life, I really do. And if I take the time to think how much my life has changed in the last six years, it is nothing short of a miracle. Yet, I still feel there is more, more to say, more to do, more to love. My brain aches sometimes with all the ideas I come up with.
So I am looking to study, looking to go back to university, as a 30 something wife and mother of one. There are hurdles, there are big hurdles, but I wonder, just wonder, if this might be one of those ideas I have that could settle into reality?