On Wednesday morning I woke up to find myself in October. Now, I know it shouldn’t be much of a shock after all the calendar has been in place for hundreds of years, but I still found myself a bit staggered when it happened. For the whole summer I was always assuming that life would calm down when it got to September and school started again, but instead the opposite has happened. Things have become more than a bit crazy instead.
I thought things were going to be a bit more straightforward. Master C started going to nursery two days a week at the start or the month (instead of just the one he was doing before) and Little Miss C started school the same week. But, it was a very very gradual start at school and it wasn’t until the 22nd that she actually went full time. Each week until then she was either starting or leaving at a different time and as a younger member of the class it also meant that some of her friends were going for longer hours than her – which she was far from impressed about.
That wasn’t the only new start in the family though as September also saw Mr C leave one job and start a new one. The new job comes with a longer commute (until the company moves offices which is in the pipeline) and that means he’s been away more than usual. Combine that with a couple of networking events, me going to school governor meetings, old school reunions and other voluntary things and it feels like we’ve not seen much of each other of late.
Master C also turned two in September. I’m not totally sure how that happened as it only seems like a few weeks ago that I was holding a newborn in my arms. He’s now turning into such a little boy and his cheeky character is really starting to show. These two years have been somewhat challenging though and his refusal to eat most food (whilst happily snacking on wet sand from the sandpit) continues, alongside various behaviour issues. We’re now fully stuck into the NHS system though, seeing paediatricians, speech and language therapists, the local audiology department, dieticians and numerous health visitors. So far they all seem to agree that everything isn’t completely normal, but quite where is best placed to help us is a bit of a mystery at present. Some departments have discharged us now, but the diary still seems to be full of appointments and I’m finding them all draining. It doesn’t yet feel like the end is in sight, but we’re hopefully heading in the right direction.
By the time we got to the end of the month I honestly felt like September had defeated me, but then after a very early night and a bit of reflection time I recalled all the other good things that happened in the month. I had a fantastic day at The Handmade Fair (and finally learnt how do to something in crochet that isn’t a granny square!), really got stuck into my local WI group and got to know some of the other women there better, went to a very successful school reunion and met up with some old school friends, and finished the month with a fantastic day driving fast cars. The kids are changing and growing daily and (mostly) delighting me with the little people that they’re fast becoming.
There’s plenty that I didn’t do as planned in September, but if I’m honest the only person I’m really letting down is myself, and if I’d only not set myself such stretch targets then maybe I’d feel a bit more relaxed overall. There was so much that I wanted to achieve in the month and part of me feels like I’ve failed for not doing everything I wanted to do, but I should really be focussing on what I have achieved instead. Easier said than done.
For October I think I need to start saying yes to less. Just because someone asks for volunteers to do something doesn’t mean I need to stick up my hand and say that I’ll do it. I need to realise that I do plenty of stuff for other people already and I need to think of myself and the family a bit more.
So, on reflection let’s call September a draw. I think I know what I need to do to get the win in October though – assuming I make sure my goal posts are in the right place! In just a couple of hours though I’m headed off to Amsterdam for 36 hours to a blogging conference where I’m really hoping to get the inspiration and reflection time to work out where I want Being Mrs C to go. I have plenty of ideas, but seem to be a bit stuck in a rut in the parent blogger scene and no longer sure if it’s the right place for me or this blog. Hopefully expanding my horizons, literally, will help things become clearer.