The beginning....again!

Ok, so a few years ago I started a blog. It turns out I was pretty rubbish at keeping up, I guess life itself got in the way (imagine that?) So I'm giving it another shot, this time though, I make no promises that I will post every week.

I find myself having random thoughts daily and sometimes I'd love to hear other people's opinions/viewpoints on those random thoughts...hence the purpose of this blog.

I love people, I find them really interesting and always eager to hear about their life experiences, how they have shaped them, influenced their opinion...you get the picture.  When I consider the reasons behind my old blog, it would have been pretty fake. You wouldn't have gotten to know the real me, as I probably would have shared what I thought people wanted to read. This blog is going to show the reality of the life of Gemma.

I'm a 30 year old mum and wife (daughter, sister and aunt). I work my big behind off Monday to Friday within the NHS and in conjunction with my husband, we take care of and love our gorgeous 4 children 24/7.  They are our WORLD! We have a lot of fun with our kids, but they make me want to pull my hair out at times too! Let's face it, who enjoys coming home from a hard days work to be greeted with, "Muuuuuum, Jacob's destroying my minecraft world!" First world problems for kids these days. Most of the time, I leave them to figure it out for themselves.  I mean, problem solving and resolution are important life skills huh?  I need to save up my energy to tackle this:

 

Yep, I'm often asked how I manage working full time and looking after 4 kids. The reality is this...you just have to prioritise and often that means things just don't get done right away. It used to really bother me, but now I just pretend it's not there...for 4 weeks!!!! It doesn't look much,but this didn't include the wash load that was in the dryer, in the washing machine or the loads waiting to go in the washing machine.

It's ok though, I tell myself, no-one has been hurt in the process of not doing the ironing. So don't
beat yourself up guys if the ironing doesn't get done, chances are, it happens in homes all over the country. You see that underwear basket at the top there? I pay my kids to sort it out and match the socks up. Partly because it's educational on many levels, but mainly because it pains me to see the amount of odd socks left at the bottom!!  Every house has an odd sock bag, right?  What's your most creative thing to do with those odd socks? I'll maybe turn my thoughts to this as I iron out the creases...