Eye eye captain!

Well yet again, I have had to take a wee break from blogging, but this time, I was very frustrated as to why I couldn’t blog and I was also in pain!

For two whole weeks I walked around with a tiny piece of plastic embedded in my left eye! I have no idea how it got there, but I am eternally grateful for the Doctor who actually spotted it and removed it, after 4 other professionals failed to spot it, with one not even bothering to look in my eye! The pain was horrid, and the longer the plastic was there, the less I could look at anything bright or even outdoors. After having it removed, I woke up the next day and it was like nothing had ever been wrong. I am now more appreciative of my eyes than ever!

Whilst all that was going on, I did also manage to achieve something I’m really proud of too! I have a new job!! I had a interview on Halloween, squinty painful presentation made, and a total memory loss on policy relevant to the job, and I still managed to impress! I guess it shows that things do happen for a reason (still trying to work out a reason for the plastic eye shenanigans!). This job is the third I have been interviewed for, its a great development opportunity within my chosen profession, it offers great flexibility for the days I will be working, I get to keep my long service and its in Central Bristol!! So that’s it, we are officially moving back to Bristol in the new year!

I will be massively sad to leave Brighton, I have some wonderful friends here, who I am going to miss so much, it’s a gorgeous vibrant city and I have a fulfilling job, but Bristol has the upper hand, my parents and family are there, my oldest bestest friends are there, we will be able to afford somewhere lovely and pretty importantly Mr Egg will be able to work close to home and spend more time with us, no more nightmare train journeys to London!

I have also been very very busy making things since the eye trauma…but those reveals are for another post!

Sunshine Blogger Award nomination!

I couldn’t believe my little peepers when I opened my inbox this morning and saw that I had actually been nominated for this award by Yearoflivingcraftily. Thank you so much Michelle! I would recommend a look at Michelle’s blog, she has some really lovely well thought out crafts on her blog. Her journals are so cool.

I set out to create a little blog when I was on maternity leave, mainly as a way of passing the time whilst Baxter snoozed in my arms and to create an online journal of things I liked, so to have people follow and like my blog, is kind of a bonus! I enjoy blogging and I love meeting like minded people and their blogs, for inspiration, motivation and reassurance that I’m not the only strange crafty mummy on the block!

So to keep this lovely award beaming on and on, it must be passed onto 10 other lovely bloggers who you think deserve this award.

The Rules
1. Re-post the award in a new post, that includes the name of the person that nominated you.
2. State 10 things about yourself
3. Nominate 10 people

10 things about me!
1. I am not great with technology, and often find ass backwards ways of doing things.
2. I met my husband Mr Egg in Byron Bay, Australia. We were in a mixed dorm, sharing bunk beds!
3. I have lived in Brighton for 6 years, I grew up in Bristol
4. I took my Maths GCSE 5 times, passed with the help of Mr Egg, who is a qualified Maths Teacher!
5. I was a mature student and collected my Degree 8.5 months pregnant!
6. I have an exceptionally rare haemoglobin type – Punjab D- Kings College Hospital London kept some of my blood!
7. I don’t own a laptop, so blog from my IPad!
8. I work for Social Services
9. I am a morning person
10. My son Baxter has bought me more joy than I could have ever imagined.

10 nominated blogs!
1. Roar Sweetly
2. The Big Forest
3. A Girl called Emily
4. Clouds of Color
5. Cupcakejojo
6. Tea at Weasel’s
7. City Girl gone Coastal
8.Country Rose
9. Shabby Chic Sarah
10. Bunny mummy

Increments of time measured by Weetabix, Cloudbabies, stacking bricks and colouring in!

I read a fascinating article this morning about one of the aspects of motherhood most women encounter. Interuptibility. The article basically sums up exactly how I feel 99% of the time, never finishing a ‘job’, because a small person needs you to manage their life for them. You know, “Im hungry, feed me now, no, not that, smoother, more, faster. Turn the TV on, put my shoes on, my nappy needs changing, but I’m not going to let you change me. Cuddle me. Let’s play horseys. I can’t fit the crayon in the box, Cloudbabies has finished, I want your sandwich…” Interuptibility.

The ‘job’ you are trying to finish is not necessarily anything more than scraping this mornings toast crumbs from off the table, or hanging the washing out (you know, the damp load that has sat in the machine over night, slightly festering) or having a shower without little person having a meltdown because your not accessible, bring on the urgent whacking of the bathroom door… But, being able to achieve/complete/finish one of these jobs, brings a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, no matter how small. This I can identify with immensely. Life/ free time/ me time at home sometimes is measured out in naps (the sacred hour of bliss), Weetabix (takes Baxter 6 mins to eat one – enough time to do a small batch of dishes!), episodes of Cloudbabies or whatever is the favourite program of the week and moments of harmony when Baxter decides he wants to sit and play with his crayons/ cars/ puzzles contentedly for 15 minutes or so. Being able to write this post and post it, makes me feel like I have achieved something*

I go to work 21 hours per week, and I do a job, that a large number of people say, “I couldn’t do your job”, yet I generally feel fulfilled and satisfied whilst I am doing this work. It’s the sense of completing something (although, my cases sadly never seem to finish), writing an action plan, a chronology, attending a meeting, resolving a problem. You don’t get this sense of accomplishment at home. I have actually booked precious time off work, not to take my boy to a farm or something fun, but to catch up on housework because he is nursery for the morning.

Whilst all this sounds rather negative, and doesn’t make mothering sound much fun, nothing can actually take away the fact, that most of the time, you don’t mind this source of interruption, because you love the little interrupter dearly, and would do anything for them. But, that’s not to say, you still dont crave some of your pre-baby freedom, the chance to keep on top of house stuff (if you choose too), read a book, paint your nails, have a phone call without having little person have to heavy breath down your phone to say hello to nanny and to generally live your life in one go and not measured in Weetabix increments!

You can read the article too here(if you get the time)

*this article stopped and started so many times, because my little interrupter wanted to play ‘row your boat’, horseys, wanted a cuddle, needed dressing, wanted a drink, wanted to sit in high chair…I then managed to finish this article when Mr Egg took the little interrupter out for a walk, I then felt rushed as I want to finish this, sew together some squares, run a mop round the bathroom, wipe some mould of the window frame and maybe have a shower….he’s only gone to the shops to get milk!