Monday and ....

Back to the land of the living

The last 6 weeks have been a mix of emotions, from fun and laughter to tears and sorrow. Now that the kids are back to school everything has started to feel normal once more. The holiday romance is most definitely over. Whilst I kind of enjoyed my last few days of freedom, I spent that time gathering my thoughts and getting myself prepared to return to my normal functioning self. I meditated and stretched with yoga. Today started with the alarm clock and it was a welcomed sound.

Last night my children arrived home after almost 4 days of being away. The last time I saw them both together I was in a bad way so seeing them last night filled my heart with so much love all over again. However, last night I found myself doing something as a parent that I used to hate my own parents doing when I was a child.

*THE BACK STORY*

I have always been a child that loved her food. I do believe that I have been over weight most of my life due to this fact. The reasons this fact is still active in my life is not something I can share today. Yet! This love for food has always been there. So when I was a child my parents would make us eat dinner even if it was vile and ‘healthy’. So when I was packed off to bed I used to really hate – with a passion- when I could smell my parents cooking really yummy food. I mean how rude of them! I love my munch and I have been sent to bed while they have really nice and probably naughty, yummy food!

Last night I did the same thing! I sent my son Charlie, who like me loves his munch to bed. Then, I cooked up yummy hot dogs for my oldest son and myself, while we watched The Fast and the Furious 5.

Bad mummy! Bad! Bad! Bad!

P.S Warburton’s hot dog rolls are ace (30 seconds in the microwave to make them extra soft and yummy) and they are on a 1 quid special at Tesco – plus the hot dogs are half price also a quid also at Tesco!

As the smell of fried onions and hot dogs hung nicely in the air around the house I felt massive pains of guilt for my son in bed whose tummy was probably rumbling at the smell. Been there and done that.

Amazing! It begs the question: in the end – do we all just turn into our parents?