More than just a bag lady

I was discharged from hospital on Friday afternoon and within a few hours of being home I was out taking Big Girl to her netball training session. I didn’t feel great but Hubby had a load of work to do so I thought if I did the netball run it would take the pressure off him. Usually after dropping Big Girl off I go to my sisters house as she only lives 5 minutes from where netball training takes place but this week both her and her husband were out so I resorted to wandering the local retail park. I was hopeful that I would be able to get some Christmas presents as I haven’t bought a single thing yet but I just couldn’t get into the mood for shopping. I think being tired and in pain didn’t really help so in the end I went back to the car and sat and watched Netflix.  Driving home that evening the pain got worse and by the time we arrived home I was in agony. I crawled up the stairs and into bed hugging the sick bowl. Part of me was wondering if I would end up having to go back into hos

I’ve been out of hospital since mid-September and I’ve had the best 8 weeks. I’ve been able to watch Big Fella play football, Big Girl play netball, ferry them both around, do school runs, walk the dog, cook dinner, go out with friends, go on Question Time, celebrate my 40th (that’s a whole other post!) have rainbow hair and just live life. But always in the back of my mind is the thought that at any time I could become ill and end up in hospital and that’s exactly what happened this week. On Saturday evening I had a bit of a party to celebrate my 40th and had family and friends round to the house. I had an amazing time and even had a couple of cocktails and a cheeky slice of dominoes pizza. I knew that I wouldn’t feel good on Sunday but thought ‘sod it’ and did it anyway. I spent all of Sunday in bed, mainly recovering from the exhaustion, but luckily I didn’t really have any repercussions with my bowels.  On Monday morning I got up, took the dog for a walk and then went to the denti

Hubby thinks I’ve gone mad. In August I finally dyed my hair pink after having the hair dye sat in my bathroom cupboard for all of lockdown. I hadn’t been able to get an appointment with the hairdresser before going on holiday so I did it myself but I had booked myself in for November so I would look decent for my birthday. The original plan was to have blonde highlights but I was quite enjoying having pink hair so thought I would have another colour put on, maybe blue or purple. But when I started googling coloured hair some pictures of rainbow hair came up and once I had seen them I decided that I had to do it.  I popped into the hairdressers two days before my appointment to choose my colours and to get a proper telling off from the hairdresser for bleaching my own hair. Luckily my hair wasn’t too damaged so when I showed her the photo of the rainbow hair and asked her if she could do it she just rolled her eyes and told me to come in an hour earlier.  This was my hair before: Here

My kids have been off school for the last two weeks and they’ve kept me very busy. So much so most evenings I was practically unconscious by 9pm (oh who am I kidding, some nights I only just saw 7pm!) Half term began with Bestie, her fiancée and 4 kids coming to stay for the weekend from Hertfordshire. We had decided not to do much as they arrived Saturday late afternoon and were leaving again on Sunday afternoon as their kids only had a week for half term and still had to go to school on the Monday. So Saturday night there was a huge Dominoes pizza order placed and the older teens were helping themselves to the ‘beer fridge’. That made the evening fun for the adults as we watched them get more and more pissed while protesting that they’d ‘only had a couple’. Luckily there was no vomiting and it did make them sleep whereas normally they’d all be up until stupid o’clock. Sunday consisted of a big fry up, walking the dog, lounging around and the obligatory group photos (we have been taki