Mummy at the School Gate

Not sure if it’s a complete failure or whether I’ve done absolutely brilliantly.  (Yeah, I know it’s only 20 ish days through the month). So far, I’ve bought absolutely nothing for myself but plenty for the mutts; new leads, halters and treats. I’m convincing myself that these things are essentials. They are, aren’t they?  I think twice, maybe three times before I purchase, which is a good thing, isn’t it? And those sales! How have I resisted? I just really need to pat myself on the back…I feel so virtuous! Mike would be so pleased with me. He'd be cheering me on from the sidelines yet secretly relieved that the bank account was looking healthier.   My wardrobes are fit to bursting. I could wear different things every day for a year and still have clothes over.  Boxes under the bed filled with clothes. Bags in the garage and attic that need to be either sent to the charity shop, shoved on Vinted or remodelled. Eek… I don’t fancy their chances at being remodelled. My last attempt en

 2 years on.  Life has stood still.  Like everyone who has experienced loss it can be hard to snap out of the deep pain that accompanies each day. Today, I went for a long yomp in my favourite place with the pup, Benny Poo. The other two are getting on and travel at different speeds so stayed in the homestead. For the first time in almost 3 years, I felt a sense of peace. It made my heart swell. I haven’t had this feeling in so long. That’s a good thing. A small sliver of hope in a sea of sadness.  I’ve not been working so haven’t had the luxury of distraction or the dosh. We took voluntary redundancy during the pandemic thinking we’d continue with our business. That dream died with Mike.  I’ve been so lucky not having to worry about money or where it’s coming from but now I have no income so I’m eating into our savings. Probably should think about getting a job.  I’ve been clearing the house of the stuff I’ve never used or things I’ve just stored. You know, the things you ‘might need’