One of the best things about growing your own food is when your friends do too.
You know what’s even better? When they pop round with their fresh pickings, especially when their pickings are as beautiful as rhubarb.
I must admit, the rhubarb had been sitting in the fridge for the last week while I contemplated what I could make with it. I wanted it to not just be delicious, it needed to look delicious and it also needed to be spectacular.
School went back today for another term and the silence in the house was pleasantly noticeable.
We made a fresh batch of playdoh and rolled it out, cut out shapes, made long sausages and tried to make balls.
Today has once again been one of those days with the little one. It feels like it has been raining for days on end and this day would just NOT end.
We have had every emotion possible from giggling silliness to anger to tears. SO many tears.
Some days are harder than others. From the moment you open your eyes in the morning, you feel the stress, the chaos, the pressure.
Being a mum comes with a variety of emotions, it brings pleasure, happiness, immense love, laughter, anxiety, fear, moments that make you smile so much and moments that make you feel like crying.
Some days I deal well with the overload of emotions but other days I feel tired, consumed with it all. Unable to emotionally step away from the fighting, the nagging and the two-year-old tantrums.
Mother’s day comes with so many expectations.
Perfect breakfast in bed, perfect day out with the family, getting spoilt with flowers and gifts and perfectly behaved children for the day.
But then reality gets in the way and none of that happens the way it’s “meant” to. Perfect breakfasts end up with a sink filled with dishes, perfect day with the family doesn’t happen as expected and the perfectly behaved children… well, that really wasn’t going to happen was it.