Jaded

“….to over indulge in something…to become tired of it…lose enthusiasm”    

Online Dictionary 2014

Deciding to move house. Completing a degree and finding work.  Becoming disillusioned with a current career. Planning and booking holidays. Maintaining a sense of normality in family life.  End of year school events: sports day; summer fair; school disco; Deciding to quit the day-job after sixteen years of working for the one organisation.  Packing up a house.  Planning for the future.  Enjoying time with family and friends. Applying for jobs.  Resurrecting a business idea and developing new ones. Moving house.  Having food poisoning. Leaving a job.  Going on holiday. 

This is a summary of the past four months of our lives. The Husband, The Ten Year Old, The (now) Three year old. And Me.

Jaded?  Yes a little.  Jaded by everyday living, simultaneously coping with big, life changing events.  I’d like to think our two boys had been shielded from most of the stress and pressure but it would be nothing more than denial to suggest that they have remained completely unaffected by recent events.

And so, a two week, split location UK holiday was just what was needed to get us back on track. Yes?  Well, sort of.  On the day we left to go on holiday, my Facebook status read: “ It turns out that that packing to go on a two week holiday only a week after moving house and whilst recovering from food poisoning is every bit as stressful as you might imagine!”.

It would be fair to say that it took a little longer than usual to unwind and get into full-on holiday mode. But, unwind we did and by the end of the holiday we were feeling, if not relaxed, than at the very least, less ‘broken’. 


Returning home to a house we had lived in for only a week was a little disconcerting…a bit like being in another holiday home where you are unsure of where to find the crockery.

A week into the ongoing unpacking and home improvements and it is a struggle to maintain any sense of a post-holiday refreshed feeling.  “You know what you need don’t you?” offered The Husband at the end of a long and busy day, a hint of hysteria rising and a slightly manic look in his eye.  “Please, enlighten me” I responded dryly.  “A two week holiday”.

Hmmm…

 

Comments

  1. Bluebirdsunshine14 August 2014 at 22:11

    Hope you find your feet and feel settled soon, I'm sure you will. Home is where the heart is afterall x

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Ju18 August 2014 at 13:54

      Thank you B. :) We are already loving the house in spite of the chaos! Jx

      Delete
  2. Anonymous16 August 2014 at 15:09

    Good to read you again Ju :-) and much identification as always x Caroline x (PS - puts me in mind of 'middle class problems' though! :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Ju18 August 2014 at 14:00

      As a working class Northern lass ;) I find it hard to acknowledge and accept just how 'middle class' our lifestyle is... I often find myself thinking though that if these are the things that cause us stress then we are extremely fortunate!

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Misfit

Do you ever get the feeling that you don't really know where you fit in?  I've had that feeling on and off throughout my life.  Sometimes it's been an uncomfortable feeling - during the teenage years at school for example when it didn't always feel easy to slot into a particular group.  Or at various workplaces when my face just didn't seem to fit-in with the 'in-crowd'.  At other times I relish the feeling of being a bit different from what may be expected even if this does mean that people don't always seem to know what to do with me, where to place me, not quite being able to work out who I am.  I also love that I am now in a happy and confident place surrounded by a whole bunch of random lovelies, all misfits in their own special way. I therefore found it to be quite unexpected to be feeling as if I needed to fit-in in a new situation quite recently.   This new misfit feeling began when I started blogging.  I didn't set out ...
Read more

'...the notes from the piano...'

Image
... is the prompt for this weeks 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups - week#73 .   Here is my entry:- He was expecting her.   A gentle push at the already slightly ajar door allowed her to enter in to the hallway silently.    The bitter-sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped   her   senses, inviting her further in to the sprawling apartment.    It was as if he knew her already.   Knew how she would respond.   She stepped carefully out of her shoes and slipped off her heavy winter coat before tip-toe-ing along the parquet floor of the corridor that lay before her.   As yet, unwilling to announce her arrival. All the while, the notes from the piano rose in to the air and danced around her head.   ________________________________________________________   It's been a while since i took part in the 100WC.  I've missed it.  I like the challenge of having to stick to a strict word count wi...
Read more

Snippets of everyday conversation #17

Bank Holiday Monday... The Husband: "Ok, so now we've sold the (huge, reclaimed oak, gorgeous, heavy, cumbersome) dining table we could sort out the (chipped, scuffed, scruffy) painted floor before we put another table in there.  We could make a start tomorrow.  I'd like to hire a sander though so we can get a better finish." The Father-in-law (visiting for the day):  "You could sand it right back to the wood and varnish it". The Husband:  "Yeah, it would look nice.  We'd need to do the hall and living room though 'cos it all runs into one with having no carpets in any of the downstairs rooms". Me:  " There's no way I can face all that dust, it would be a nightmare.  The only way that is going to happen is if you send me and the boys on a weeks holiday". The Husband: "Hmmm."  Later that very same day... Me:  I've had a rethink.  In fact, I've had a complete change of heart and think we should sa...
Read more