I posted over on my Facebook page last night that I was happy, and I thought I would explain why. If you didn’t see the post, WHY NOT?! You mustn’t be a ‘liker’, naughty naughty! I post lots on there that I don’t get time to post here, so if you want to see the FB only posts, I am at http://www.facebook.com/wifeofaperfectman
Now we have that shameless plug out the way, let me tell you about how life is going for us…You might want to keep reading to the end.
On the run up to Barnaby’s birth, I was terrified. There was a huge cloud of anxiety hanging over me, about wether or not I would cope with three children on my own. I was worried that I would get Post-Natal Depression for a third time in my life, and I was generally not the most fun person to be around. I am happy to say, that I am coping just fine! Barnaby is the most relaxed little baby in the world! He has fit into our routine amazingly. He sleeps well, he breastfeeds like a pro, and he always has a smile on his face. He is so much like his Daddy, aside from the breastfeeding, obviously. I have joked that “His Dadddy must have had a word with him before he was born”, but I am starting to believe it is true.
Toby and George are excellent big Brothers. Toby is doing great at school, and Geroge has a hilarious sense of humour that brightens the place up. George chose to potty train, much to my dismay, when Barnaby was a couple of weeks old, but he has breezed through that, with very little assistance from me. These boys are just getting on with life, and are a reminder to me that we need to just keep on keeping on!
I am mostly managing with keeping on top of my washing, which is a huge thing for any Mum, particularly one that uses cloth nappies. The folding and putting away of said washing is my downfall, but fuck it! Life is too short to spend all my time folding!
Life is ticking along nicely…
Oh there is also the small matter of the fact I have met someone.
Yes, you read that right!
I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t looking for it. In all honesty, at first I wasn’t sure about it.
But oh my goodness, I am happy about it!
I first met him a few months ago, but he is so hot, I figured he was out of my league. Every time I saw him, in the romantic locations of children’s Birthday parties, I made a dick of myself. I would go away kicking myself for things like ramming a Twix into my mouth whilst attempting to talk AT him. Imagine the geekiest teenage girl you can think of, add to that, the total inability to talk to men, plus throw in some awkward ‘jokes’ and the look of a disheveled troll lady, and you pretty much get the gist.
No idea how that worked, but it did.
I added him on Facebook (smooooooth), and we started to talk. A lot.
He is just blooming lovely. And hot. Did I mention that bit?
You know when you just click with someone? Well yeah, that.
It took a little soul searching from me to be ok with letting him into my life. First and foremost I felt guilty. 10 months after my Husband dying was not the time I was expecting to start dating again, but at the same time, could I pass on an opportunity to spend time with someone who I really got on with? No amount of time being single will bring Jason back, so I would have to make this decision at some point. I still feel the exact same way about Jason. I will always love him.
Life is too short to not be as happy as I can be.
I don’t know what path this will take. I am hopeful that it will turn into something special, as I would never enter into any sort of relationship unless I thought it could go somewhere. Only time will tell, so for the mean time, I am enjoying spending time with someone who makes my tummy feel funny when we talk!
I have a little message for anyone that has anything bad to say about this…
Go fuck yourself.