A little ditty for Alpine Papa, to explain why the house is always so chaotic when he comes home from work, and why our waistlines are ever-increasing…
Well Alpine Baby is here! Our beautiful girl made her way into the world at the end of March, bringing with her a sense of family completeness, total happiness, and constant sleeplessness.
She’s already a true Daddy’s Girl – with a headful of dark brown hair she looks nothing like me or either of my other children, and I’m constantly waiting to be stopped in the street and accused of kidnapping her whenever Alpine Papa’s not with us.
The end of November 2013 saw the amazingly perfect wedding of my bestest friend ever. No lie – it was really fantastic. The bride was (of course) beautiful, the venue was amazing, the weather was gorgeous (in London, in November?! Not sure how she managed that but she did!), and her shiny new husband was certainly shiny and new in his rather fetching RAF uniform. She put so much work into every little detail – she is a total goddess, my friend Helen, and her stunning crafty talents were on display in the most perfect fashion. If you need a wedding planning and you want it to be amazing – call on her.
Don’t, however, call on me to organise any kind of travel plans to said wedding. That will result in epic failure. (What else would you expect from Alpine Mummy? Helen and I are a strange match in that respect: the things she touches turn to gold, whilst my faffing fiddly fingers turn most stuff to dust. I’m not really sure why she stays friends with me – especially as it’s been this way since we met, nearly 18 years ago, and is unlikely to ever change…!).
So, yes, as I said: a perfect wedding. Slotted into the middle of a disastrous weekend. It went a little something like this: Continue reading
Well going back to work certainly changed my life. I only work three days a week (albeit in another country twice a month, with a 6-and-a-half-hour commute). It’s not much at all, really, but it’s as if a little Time Fairy has sneaked into my life and brazenly stolen all my ‘me’ time.
I used to have ‘me’ time, I’m sure. Maternity leave last year now feels like a perfect dream (though I’m sure it wasn’t always) – gallivanting up and down mountainsides with a baby on my back and a camera round my neck. I had time for stuff like that! And I still managed to cook fresh meals for my family, clean the house (from time to time. A bit. OK, let’s not exaggerate…), see my friends, and even write blogs.
(I’d love to know what that damn fairy has done with it that time. If I found her stash I’d make a fortune.)
These days I’m lucky if my children get to eat pasta pesto or fish fingers less than three days in a row. I haven’t seen the sofa for a good few weeks – I think it must be buried under that pile of jumpers, books, DVDs, toys, handbags and letters from school demanding lunch money, but I couldn’t be sure. Despite the constant running of the washing machine and the fact that the house resembles a laundry, no one’s ever got anything to wear, and I’m so disorganised in the mornings that Alpine Boy regularly goes to school without gloves or a hat. Usually when it’s -10°c . I’m such a great mum.
And I have no time to write blogs! The little ‘me’ time that the Time Fairy has begrudgingly left behind is generally spent crashing on the sofa propping my eyes open with matchsticks – I’m in no fit state to talk, never mind write. (I just want to mention that it’s not pure laziness on my part, all this exhaustion… there’s a real reason, see below…).
So my lack of posts recently (ok, for months) doesn’t mean I’ve got nothing to say (as if). Au contraire, mes petits, I’m sure you all want to hear about my exciting life of working, washing and not so much walking!
Here are the ‘best’ bits then. Here are 5 posts that I would have written had I been bothered/had the time: Continue reading
So yep, I live a life of glamour, me. I live in paradise, and work in paradise. I wake each morning to the sound of cowbells, the sun peeking over majestic mountains to stroke my sleepy face through the open window. And then I jump into a jet and, in the blink of an eye, find myself on the 29th floor of a gleaming, architectural miracle in the middle of the City, looking out over skyscrapers and roofs, marvelling at the sheer size and beauty of London seen from above.
Or something like that, anyway.
My recent (rather lengthy) bout of writer’s block has been caused by the overwhelming stress of hiring (and then almost immediately firing) a crazy, irresponsible, spoilt, arrogant and quite frankly useless au pair…
Or rather, it’s down to me being so traumatised by the whole event that every time I try to write about it I just can’t get it out. I wanted to do a “hilarious” look at the stress she caused our family: amusingly recounting all the crazy things she did in the 6 days she was with us (yep, 6 days!!! and she only worked for 3 of those days!). It was going to be called “50 reasons to fire your au pair (and these ALL happened to us!)“. I was not having a problem finding 50 things to list, that’s for sure. Continue reading
Oh dear. It’s been ages, hasn’t it? Over a month in fact, since my last post. And it was going so well! (But don’t say I didn’t warn you – quote: “Not sure how long the blog will last (I was never very good at Dear Diary when I was younger…) and I’m sure it won’t be that interesting, but here goes!”.)
So, I hope you all missed me?! My inbox has been inundated with concerned inquiries about where I might be and when I’m going to start blogging again (ahem). So I’m feeling a bit of pressure here – perhaps you’re all expecting stories about how I’ve been wrestling wild wolves in the mountains; or how I’ve been lost in 2 metre-high snowdrifts having trekked back from the chocolate shop in a snowstorm; or how I’ve been cross-country ski-ing my way through the Alps with just a baguette in my bag and a baby on my back.
Sorry. Nothing so exciting has been keeping me from my updates. I’ve just lost the habit. And not much has been going on really, so the habit stayed lost. And when something interesting did happen I was usually up to my neck in pooey nappies or snotty tissues and so never found the time to write.
So I’ve decided to do a “Top 5 things that have happened in Alpine Mummy’s life over the last two months” post. Catchy title, no?
So, here you are, pop-pickers, in at number 5:
It’s been an expensive couple of weeks. Our cat, Millie, has really been testing our affections, and has managed to run up some rather hefty vet’s bills.
Alpine Papa doesn’t blog. What he does do, though, is take photos. Very good photos, I think. So here is his photostream (well, one of them, anyway). Do stop by and say hello to him; we’ll love you forever.
And if all that’s true about pictures painting a thousand words, then he’s a much better blogger than I’ll ever be…