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Wow. I didn’t realise it had been so long since I wrote my last musings post. Over one whole year in fact. Truth is, since then, I’ve rarely been in target. I honestly don’t feel like a target member; I haven’t done for a long time. I look at Slimming World diamond members (those who have been at target for a year or more) and I think – How do you do it?
The back-to-school season is by far the saddest thing that happens during the year. Not only because it marks the official end of the summer holidays — if you’ve missed it, the summer has also ended since September, 23rd – but for a lot of families, it’s also the end of outdoor activities. It’s as if there were some implicit rule that stated that once the kids are back to school, you can’t have a fun time in the garden anymore. Don’t deny it! There’s a natural sense of cold and sadness that grabs you when the school term starts …
When The Husband & I met we were both working, but I was only 18 (he was 26) and I was off to Uni a few months later. So, we didn’t really discuss money. We both had our own, but he bought me things, and I bought him things. In those early days, we had no debts. But as the months went on and he liked treating me because I was a (poor) student living away from home, things slowly started getting harder. And then when I left Uni and we moved in together properly, it spiralled more than it …
Image Credit We’ve had a sizzling summer, and whilst summer is not technically over, it does appear to be drawing to a close with the nights slowly starting to draw in and the clouds taking place of what was once a scorching hot sun. We still have the Bank Holiday weekend to look forward to, but this marks the wrapping up of the summer holidays, and shortly the kids will be back to school. In fact, there’s a Stereophonics songs that sums up the feeling of this time of year, as the leaves begin to fall and there’s a certain …
You may have seen the cheesy meme going around recently; you know the one, where we only get 18 precious summers with our children so we must make the most of them. That’s all well and good, and to an extent I agree. But sometimes, just sometimes; we may have had enough, want a break, want to pull our hair out; just want them back at school! And that’s fine, too. I’m not going to lie, I really struggled with them last summer. We were going through a really difficult time with Jacob and his behavioural issues, which made it …