tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26827967860930552322024-03-14T16:31:40.337+00:00Average and Proud - Everyday Thoughts On Everyday LifeAverage and Proud is a parenting and lifestyle blog by Clare Scott (Mrs Average). Posts cover a wide range of topics including working life, family and friends, and health and wellbeing.CJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323182664422461320noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682796786093055232.post-77570433070677877732015-10-01T21:21:00.001+01:002015-10-01T21:22:09.446+01:00A jolt of reality...The thump itself was quite a shock.<br />
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Queuing at the roundabout on my morning commute, it certainly woke me up.<br />
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The driver behind me had moved forward prematurely. The result? Two shaken ladies and a little damage to both our vehicles.<br />
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After pulling over, we exchanged details. She, having been at fault, was more affected than I was. I expressed concern about whether she was OK to drive again and she reassured me that she was.<br />
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I've only had my little Fiat (fondly named Guido) for a couple of months. It's the newest vehicle I've ever owned. What bad luck, eh? What a scunner, as we say in the north-east. What a great excuse for a good old wallow in self pity.<br />
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Actually, no.<br />
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Let's put this little scenario in context. There I was. In my shiny, nearly new car. Commuting to a job that's stimulating, rewarding and which I'm well paid for.<br />
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I was unhurt. The damage to the car is minimal. If I need to fund the repair myself, then doubtless I'll be able to do so.<br />
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In the wider scheme of things, I'm healthy. My family are healthy. We are fortunate to have a nice roof over our heads and food in the cupboards.<br />
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Woe is me? I don't think so. What happened is a minor pothole on the comparatively smooth road of my life.<br />
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My problems are first world problems. Which means they're not really problems at all. Open your eyes a bit wider - switch on any news channel - and you'll catch my drift.<br />
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I'm no saint but I like to think I possess a little perspective.<br />
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That's why I feel sorry for the lady who ran into me. She got a real fright. I certainly don't feel sorry for myself.<br />
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It's only taken forty years. But I may have finally grown up.<br />
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Our eyes locked only for a second but it was enough.</div>
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"I know how you feel. I feel the same. And we're doing our best."<br />
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An important message, silently communicated between two strangers.</div>
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The scene? A crowded courtyard, alive with sounds, scents and colour during one of the world's biggest arts festivals. People had travelled thousands of miles to be there. There was no end of stimulation for the senses. It should have been an amazing experience, for all ages.</div>
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In the midst of this activity, my eleven-year-old had a face like a thundercloud. Her body language was closed. She looked, quite frankly, as though she'd rather be anywhere but here. And with anyone but her family.</div>
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At risk of sounding pathetic, I wanted to cry. Four days away at the very end of the Scottish school holidays. That was all we had managed to squeeze in together as a family, between work and other commitments. I'd looked forward to it so much that I'd forgotten something essential: Kids don't have a happy button that you switch on along with the car ignition at the start of the trip.</div>
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And then I saw her. A woman around my age. Nicely dressed, *normal* looking - but with an expression just like mine. Two feet away from her: A girl around my daughter's age. Nicely dressed, *normal* looking - but with an expression just like my daughter's.</div>
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We didn't speak. But I think we might have saved one another's day.</div>
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Please know that I don't take pleasure from others' struggles. But in the challenging world of parenting, I think it's important to let one another know that we all share these struggles. And that struggling doesn't mean you are a bad parent. Or that you're getting it wrong.</div>
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All stages have their challenges. The infants who won't sleep more than three hours at a time. The terrible twos who turn into terrible threes. The mood swings of adolescents. The full-blown rebellion of older teenagers.</div>
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As a fellow parent, we don't always have answers for our friends. And sometimes that doesn't matter. What does matter goes beyond words. It's what that anonymous lady and I did for one another. It's letting someone know that they're not alone and they're not being judged.</div>
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And - despite how they may feel - that they're doing a really important, really tough job pretty damn well.</div>
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There's been a reason for the blogging lull. Well. Sort of.</div>
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Loyal readers may recall my last post <a href="http://www.averageandproud.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/summer-holidays-scottish-way.html" target="_blank">'Summer holidays the Scottish way'</a>. Turns out that I couldn't survive the entire six weeks shivering on picnic benches in my fleece. Neither could my very dear mum. So off we trooped to the travel agent and a last-minute week of Mallorcan sunshine was ours.</div>
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It's been several years since I was on a package holiday abroad. And yet. Some things truly never change...<br />
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Whatever you wear to the airport for departure will be completely inappropriate for the temperature at your destination. And vice versa on the way home. (Bear in mind that my point of departure is Aberdeen International Airport, which takes this particular phenomenon to a new level of extreme.)</div>
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On queuing for check in 90 per cent of females will be anxiously clutching something resembling a polypocket containing passports, tickets and other essential travel information. Meanwhile, the men will be looking around vacantly, wondering how long they have to wait before they can scoot off to the bar. </div>
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Regardless of your best efforts you will never, ever get through security first time. Buckles on your sandals? Glasses on your head? And don't even start me on the liquids. They'll catch you out one way or another. </div>
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Within five minutes of disembarking from the plane you will utter a statement along the lines of it being "far too hot". Despite the fact that you spend the remaining 51 weeks of the year fantasising about temperatures above 20 degrees.</div>
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While logic tells you that some of the people on your complex must also be new arrivals, they will all be golden limbed from day one. As you slap factor 50 on your sun deprived skin, you have a vague concern that you'll give the locals snow blindness. </div>
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When it comes to the breakfast buffet, sunbed locations and dining out, everyone else will have it sussed. Even the toddlers, who strut back and forth for their morning croissant with supreme confidence. You, on the other hand, will feel like a 'green' newcomer - right up until the day prior to departure. By then, you'll finally be starting to get the hang of it.</div>
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On your return home, you will conveniently forget all of the above. Instead, you tell anyone who will listen that everything went swimmingly. </div>
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And you know what? In the big scheme of things, it really did. </div>
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<br />CJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323182664422461320noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682796786093055232.post-32481210398842814462015-07-01T13:41:00.001+01:002015-07-01T13:41:47.721+01:00Summer holidays the Scottish way<div style="text-align: justify;">
It was a tropical 10 degrees in our patch the other week. No, I'm not joking. And I didn't write this post in February and schedule it for summer either.</div>
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When you live in the north east of Scotland you develop a certain stoicism about the weather. And yet, when the outdoor furniture and skimpy outfits hit the shops, we still rush out and buy them. </div>
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If you're lucky enough to live in warmer climes, please admire our efforts to enjoy popular summer activities. (It's like *let's pretend* for adults.)</div>
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The event: Impossible to plan in advance, this involves a frantic ring round of relatives on the morning of said barbecue. The sky is blue and the forecast is screaming little yellow suns for the duration of the day. On securing the attendees, a frantic dash to the supermarket ensues. This is incredibly inefficient as everyone you know is in there too, desperately lobbing sausages in their trolleys for their own opportunistic family barbecues. You stagger back laden with food for the five thousand three hours later.</div>
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The reality: Remember those little yellow suns? They lied. As your guests arrive, the skies mysteriously darken and little spots, which everyone manfully tries to ignore, start to steadily fall. Ladies clad in flimsy dresses and sandals begin to inch their way indoors. Your relaxed al fresco gathering starts to resemble the family Christmas get-together with extra chairs squeezed into the living room and hyperactive children rampaging round the house. </div>
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Top tip: Always, ALWAYS, erect the gazebo. However promising the temperatures or forecast.</div>
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The event: Another last-minute venture, also involving a last-minute supermarket splurge. As it's a *guaranteed scorcher*, you decide to make a day of it and invite some friends to join you for carefree fun and frolics at the coast. Everything from swimsuits, towels and Crocs to beach balls, soft tennis kits and windbreaks is flung in the car. The roof box is likely to be fully loaded too.</div>
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The reality: Regardless of how much you spend on food, if you are going with another family, your children will prefer whatever is in their cool box. By the time you reach the coast, that north-east phenomenon known as 'haar' will have descended. You may have to retreat 10 miles inland to feel anything resembling heat. Huddled round a picnic bench in your fleece, you feign enjoyment while the children whine "But why isn't it sunny here?".</div>
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Top tip: There is no such thing as a *guaranteed scorcher* when it comes to the Scottish seaside. Take layers. Lots of them.</div>
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The event: Having succumbed to all those Tiso advertisements that make camping look like a healthy, fun and cost-effective family holiday, you feel duty bound to use the tent and all its accoutrements at least once a year. Waiting for a prolonged dry forecast is impossible. You pick your dates and go.</div>
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The reality: By the time you've purchased a roof box and bike carrier for your cheap family holiday, you'd have been better off at a five-star hotel. You get drenched during both tent erection and dismantling. And let's not even mention the whole *drying out* saga after. No-one gets any sleep because it's either a) too hot b) too cold or c) too noisy. You return home feeling you've endured the equivalent of Bear Grylls Mission Survive but without the benefits of looking like Vogue Williams. You will also be in desperate need of another - dare I say *real* - holiday.</div>
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Top tip: Swallow the pain and sell the tent and accessories on eBay. Use the funds raised to book a hotel mini-break. Pronto.</div>
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<i>Disclaimer: To the wonderful people at VisitScotland, I love my country. Really I do. Now if we could just fix the weather...</i></div>
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My recent post <a href="http://www.averageandproud.blogspot.co.uk/2015/05/earning-your-life-skills-certificate.html" target="_blank">'Earning Your Life Skills Certificate'</a> touched briefly on the topic of children and rewards.</div>
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My eldest attended her first *away* swim meet this weekend. Her experience turned my thoughts back to the topic. </div>
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Several of the youngsters representing her club were also *first-timers*. By lunchtime, some of them had gained medals for their efforts. Others - my own daughter included - had not. Cue a few disappointed faces.</div>
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As with many sports, swimming has its own set of rules and etiquette. Over lunch, one of the coaches confessed to me that he knew the kids thought he was being hard on them.</div>
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For my own part, I was delighted with his approach - and with my daughter's experience.</div>
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Here's why:<br />
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1. In swimming, it's easy to get disqualified. That's tough to deal with when you're very young. But enforcing the rules from the start means that errors and bad habits get ironed out at an early stage. Judges feed back to coaches, who work with their charges to correct the mistakes. The process is handled sensitively and constructively.</div>
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2. There may not be medals for all but progress is acknowledged. Race times were made available throughout the day. And there were high fives and fist bumps for those who had achieved personal bests (PBs) too.</div>
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3. Representing a club brings responsibility but also camaraderie. Forget the podium. My *proud mum* moment came when I watched my normallly self-conscious daughter stand on the bench and yell her lungs out for her new friends during the relays. She was delighted to be part of it by association.<br />
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4. Win or lose, you stick it out until the medals ceremony at the end. You grit your teeth, you smile and you applaud others whether they're on your team or not. Dealing with disappointment (of which more <a href="http://www.averageandproud.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/dealing-with-disappointment.html" target="_blank">here</a>) is something that we all have to do in life. Shielding our children does them a disservice; it leaves them ill-equipped for adulthood. Losing graciously is a skill that needs to be worked at.<br />
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Medals are great. Particularly when they're attained through perseverance and training. When everyone gets one, they don't feel quite as special. Some of the unsuccessful newcomers may decide that competitive meets simply aren't their thing. Others may be inspired and desperate to give it another shot. Their reactions will vary as much as their personalities.</div>
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For my own children, I hope that their involvement in sport encourages them to remain active and healthy in adulthood. I hope that being part of a club helps them understand how to contribute to a team. I hope that meeting other youngsters in different settings develops their confidence, communication skills and social circles. </div>
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And if they achieve all that? Well, that's what I call a victory.</div>
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On reading the title, you might anticipate a post stuffed with pearls of wisdom about how to communicate with infants. If so, click away now. Baby whisperer I am not.</div>
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There is, however, an alternative parenting language that I became fluent in with relative ease. You may have done so too. See if you recognise any of these little foibles in your day-to-day speech...<br />
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Embedded in your psyche from when you were a child, these come flooding back unbidden. Little gems such as "Look at me when I'm talking to you" and "What's the magic word?" become a regular part of your vocabulary. Admit it: Who's almost said the latter to a sulky checkout assistant?</div>
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I'm not just talking about calling a plate a "thingmejig". Oh no. There's an element of creativity that goes with the absent-mindedness of the overstretched parent. It's particularly evident when it comes to forgetting the names of others' children. I've perfected the art of leaning into the pushchair and saying "How's this wee smasher/little toot/young man doing today?". While crossing my fingers and fervently hoping that the parent will address their child by name.</div>
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I've acquired a seamless ability to disown and re-own (is that even a word?) my little cherubs. Any display of talent is instantly attributed to some sort of similar ability I had in my youth. (Remember Baby's mother in Dirty Dancing? "I think she gets it from me.") And at the first hint of mischief? Mr Average is firmly told that he needs to teach "his" children how to behave. Hey, no-one said this life was fair.</div>
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Most of us won't admit to this. But we all know that we've done it. Ohhhhh yes. It works particularly well before the children can speak properly themselves. Picture the scene. You need to say something that won't sit well with a relative. You therefore adopt a sing-song voice and pass it off as your child's thought process. "Oh dear. Silly Auntie Pam doesn't realise that we can't stay for lunch/drink fizzy juice/handle shopping centres yet." Auntie Pam knows exactly what you are up to. And she's totally ticked off. But to retaliate would seem churlish.</div>
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My youngest attended a junior cycling event last weekend. For his troubles he received a certificate for 'taking part, learning new skills and trying hard'.</div>
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Many people feel that today's children are over-rewarded. Everything is incentivised. Everyone gets a sticker, so that no-one feels left out. Or has to deal with disappointment.</div>
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I'm still not sure where I stand on that one. But as I paused to re-read the wording on the certificate , something struck me.</div>
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Taking part. Learning new skills. Trying hard. These aren't just challenges for children. These are ideals that all of us should strive towards. Because, let's face it, these three seemingly simple concepts aren't as simple to put into practice.</div>
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<b>Taking part</b></div>
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Easy huh? But how many of us like walking into a business networking event, a parent and toddler group, or a new exercise class for the first time? Thought not. In the last week, I've grappled with butterflies and forced myself into two new situations - one sporting, one work-related. Was I nervous? Yes. Did I enjoy it once I got there? Yes. Did I feel better afterwards? Yes. Will it be easier next time? Possibly not. But deep down I know that I need to keep putting myself out there.</div>
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<b>Learning new skills</b></div>
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Now, this is something I <i>do</i> want to achieve. The challenge with this one, for me, is discipline. I need to prioritise what I want to learn, then make the time to do it. Meanwhile, I've decided that baby steps are better than nothing. Last night child number one asked if she could show me a new drawing technique she had learned. Two messy mats. Two pieces of A4. Two pencils. And the best 15 minutes of my day. For multiple reasons.</div>
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<b>Trying hard</b></div>
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Possibly the biggest challenge of all. Particularly when there's no obvious progress or immediate reward. The ability to keep trying - even though your goal is distant and others are streaking ahead - is a tough proposition. It requires determination. Strength of character. Resilience. I believe that the ability to try hard - and to keep trying - is just as important, if not more, than natural talent. So often we tell our children to "try their best". The words are straightforward. In reality, it's a big ask. </div>
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One innocent certificate. Three pretty solid rules for life. For all of us.</div>
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<b>The class trip</b><br />
A crumpled slip emerges from your child's rucksack requesting parental assistance for a forthcoming class trip. Do you..<br />
a) Volunteer your partner (who knew that his nine-day fortnight would come in so handy?)<br />
b) Sacrifice your own flexi-day to proffer sick bags on an overheated bus, while being ignored by the child who begged you to come<br />
c) Despair that you can't go: The trip clashes with your regular 'slot' helping out in one of the other classes.<br />
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<b>The parent council</b><br />
A plea for extra assistance has been issued by the parent council. Do you...<br />
a) Negotiate a hefty donation via the large organisation your best mate works for<br />
b) Reluctantly agree to become a *floating* committee member, only to discover that you've inherited all the tasks no-one else wants<br />
c) Follow up with a full-blown campaign for funds and fresh blood. After all, you are the chair.<br />
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<b>Sports day</b><br />
Time to line up for the parents' race. As the megaphone announcement echoes round the park you feel your child's eyes boring into you. Do you...<br />
a) Cheer gleefully from the sidelines. This is the sole event that you help out with. It's great for your profile - the whole school and their parents see you pitching in. It also neatly gets you out of the race as you're *looking after the children*.<br />
b) Limp in last after gamely participating in your stocking soles and pencil skirt, having come straight from work<br />
c) Win it. By a mile. (You've been in training all year.)<br />
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<b>The school concert</b><br />
Seats are always at a premium. Do you...<br />
a) Breeze in immediately prior to curtain up, taking the sole remaining seat in the front row. (So what if it was meant for the headteacher?)<br />
b) Stand at the back for the two and a half hour duration<br />
c) Have no requirement for a seat. You're comp<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">è</span>ring the entire thing for goodness' sake.<br />
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<b>World Book Day</b><br />
The children have been asked to enter the spirit of the occasion by dressing up. Do you...<br />
a) Dress your conveniently brown-haired, similar-height offspring in their jeans and T-shirts, providing them with 'Biff' and 'Chip' name badges. Result.<br />
b) Make an emergency dash to the supermarket. You only discovered the all-important note at 8:30pm the evening prior.<br />
c) Rejoice that the Pinterest board you created for this very challenge will be put to good use. Sewing machines at the ready folks!<br />
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You are <b>sussed mum</b>. No matter what school life throws at you, you come up smelling of roses. This does not always make you popular among the various parenting factions. Your philosophy on life? Minimum effort for maximum return.<br />
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You are<b> harassed</b> <b>mum</b>. Always last to arrive at any major school event, you do your utmost to be a responsible member of the school community (while also taking on far too much at work, at home and socially). Your frequent lament? "There just aren't enough hours in the day..."<br />
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You are <b>Stepford</b> <b>mum</b>. Born for the role of PTA chair, you dread the day your children leave school. Still, there are always numerous community groups who could benefit from your organisational skills. Your favourite saying? "Now if only I was in charge..."<br />
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<i>Disclaimer: The author is a trifle nervous that readers may draw some similarities between her own parenting style and one of the stereotypes identified above. Any such similarities are entirely coincidental. She is, of course, a healthy mix of all three. </i><br />
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This week I had one of those 'meh' days. You know the ones. </div>
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Nothing major had gone wrong. Truth to be told, I had no real cause for complaint. Yet there I was. One girl and her bad mood.</div>
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Now I'm one of the lucky ones in this game called life. So how to kick myself up the backside and remember that? </div>
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No-one likes a whinger. So I tried some quick fixes for getting back on track:<br />
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Schedules permitting, take time out and do whatever makes you happy for 30 minutes. For me it was a short run in the fresh air. I didn't feel like going but boy did I feel better afterwards. I always do. Running's not for everyone, though. Go with whatever works for you - climb a hill, bake a cake, dig out your crochet, attack the garden, chill out with yoga. You know better than anyone else what makes your heart sing.</div>
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Far wiser people than me have doled out this advice. They've got it spot on. Do yourself a favour by looking outwards rather than inwards. Email that relative you've been meaning to contact, offer your neighbour a lift home, surprise the kids with their favourite tea. They'll love you for it. And you'll feel better as a result.</div>
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Ah, the marvels of music. Seek out a *happy song* to lift your mood on one of *those* days. It doesn't have to be as obvious as Pharrell Williams. I go through phases, the most recent of which is 'Birdhouse In Your Soul', played at top volume. (Yup, another old age reveal.) Find a track - or several - you can't help singing along to. Play. Loudly. On repeat if required.</div>
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And if all else fails? Read <a href="https://theclotheslineie.wordpress.com/2015/04/19/its-tricky/" target="_blank">this</a>. I defy you not to laugh. 'At The Clothesline', I salute you.</div>
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As a parent, there's a huge amount of pressure to be seen to be <i>doing</i> certain things with your offspring. Not only that, there's a lot of pressure to be seen to be <i>enjoying</i> doing these things.</div>
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<b>Disappointment</b> has a bitter taste. Most of us will have experienced it - perhaps combined with an unwanted shot of rejection and a side order of despair.</div>
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Disappointment can be crushing. It encourages a rash of negative feelings - shame, hurt, anger, despondency. When you've gone all out for something, the disappointment of not getting it can hurt as much as a physical blow to the stomach.</div>
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<b>Time </b>Don't expect to get over it immediately. If it meant a lot, it will hurt a lot. Slowly but surely the sting of the smack will subside. At the very least, you'll get better at living with it.</div>
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<b>Perspective </b>If you're anything like me, you'll have experienced other such hurts. Being told that you'll bounce back is an oversimplification. But you will survive to tell the tale.</div>
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So give yourself time. Acknowledge the disappointment. Remember that others have suffered similarly. Learn the painful lessons. Regroup, move on and start afresh. You can, and will, find the strength.</div>
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<i>How do you deal with disappointment? Leave a comment and let me know.</i></div>
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CJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323182664422461320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682796786093055232.post-14120942357884744612015-04-09T07:03:00.000+01:002015-04-09T07:03:00.894+01:00Housework hacks for family homes<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Even the most mundane of procedures. Take housework, for example.</div>
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Pre-kids, it's something you tolerate. A necessary evil. When the mood strikes (or when visitors are due), you knuckle down, get through it and get on with your life.</div>
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Post-kids, it doesn't work that way. Not only do you have less time for it, the results of your efforts last but a fleeting nanosecond. After which, all that hard work is undone. Job satisfaction = zero.</div>
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As for the process itself, it becomes considerably more - ahem - fraught.</div>
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Pushy parents. No-one likes them. No-one wants to be known as one.</div>
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Sometimes children need to be pushed. I've lost count of the conversations I've had with other parents on the subject. Your child shows an aptitude for something but is nervous about pursuing it. Do you coax and cajole or accept their reluctance? Or - and this tends to happen more as they get older - your child has already proven they are good at something but insists on giving it up.</div>
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When do you push them forwards and when do you let go? I wish I had the definitive answer. I'm pretty sure I've called it wrong a few times myself already. Along the way, however, I've picked up some helpful guidelines...</div>
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The plaintive "I want to stop drama/gymnastics/piano" inevitably strikes up halfway through the lesson block. At Average Towers, this is another non-negotiable: If we've paid for the term, we stay for the term. By which time, they've often decided they want to continue. If not, then the bigger "Are you sure?" conversation takes place in the holidays.</div>
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As a child, I gave up ballet lessons because another little girl repeatedly pulled at my leotard. I never told my parents why I wanted to give up; I just insisted that I did. As an adult, I realise how easily this issue could have been resolved. Make sure you know the real reasons behind your child's decision. It may be nothing to do with the activity itself. And it may be easily sorted too.</div>
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<i>Do you struggle with knowing when to push your children and when to let go? Leave a comment and let me know.</i><br />
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I'm going away for a couple of days. That's right people, an entire 48 hours. Leaving Mr Average in charge.</div>
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So there needs to be a list. But it doesn't consist of simple errands or activity timetables. Oh no. </div>
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My ten years of - ahem - managing Average Towers has resulted in a set of full-blown guidelines. Call it control freakery if you like. I call it common-sense based on past experience...<br />
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Under no circumstances, should you blow our entire monthly budget on fun-filled and expensive excursions. This may well result in our offspring having "the best time ever" and elevate you to the position of *fun daddy*. It's still not worth incurring my wrath for.</div>
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Breakfast can surely take care of itself. Lunch should feature at least one attempt at fresh fruit or vegetables. Boxed raisins do not count.</div>
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When it comes to teatime, ignore the lovingly well-stocked fridge at your peril. Repairing to the fish and chip shop is not an option. Your failure to air the house afterwards means you'll be rumbled within 20 seconds of my arrival home.</div>
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Roping in your mother (or indeed mine) to help is a cop-out. This applies to any other female relative who might be approached in the role of rescuer.</div>
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Worse still is the exploitation of any play dates that I have earned on behalf of our children. Don't even go there. Those two hours of payback are mine.</div>
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It would be useful if the house interior was vaguely recognisable on my return. I don't expect clean. I don't even expect tidy. Merely habitable.</div>
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There should be a grace period of at least one week before you mention booking your own cycling/ski-ing/rugby trip with the guys - and the fact that it's several days longer than mine.</div>
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Stick to the above and we'll be just fine.<br />
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(To all those crudité-preparing, nature-rambling fathers out there, I apologise. To all the other Mr Averages, read and learn.)<br />
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I was pregnant with my first child when I saw her. It was a beautiful summer evening and her blond ponytail swished as she pedalled along with her two children - one on a rear child seat, the other on a small bike beside her.</div>
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And I thought to myself: "That's the kind of mother I'm going to be."</div>
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Ha ruddy ha. I may have been hallucinating a decade ago. Because we all know that serene cycling with two children in tow is nigh on impossible. As is any kind of productive exercise. Consider my own contrasting experiences...<br />
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Let's start with the activity of choice of my blond pony-tailed friend. Like every good mother, I bowed to the pressure of removing my children's stabilisers as soon as humanly possible. Warning: This does not instantly guarantee a Von Trapp family cycling experience. Not in our case anyway.</div>
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As far as my children are concerned, the rules of the family cycle run are as follows:</div>
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<li>Should any traffic approach, do the opposite of your parent's instructions. Don't stick to the side of the road. Instead veer towards the tempting white line in the middle of it.</li>
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After reading the above, I know what you are thinking. Why would you even try? Here's the rub. I'm not a very nice person if I don't run regularly. And Mr Average frequently works evenings and weekends. Fresh air and exercise is good for them. Right?</div>
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It may be good for them, but it doesn't bode well for anyone who takes their running seriously. Or anyone with the misfortune to share the pavements with you. Determined to make a go of it, I've run alongside the kiddos on their scooters or bikes. Dog walkers and indeed any faint hearted pedestrians have regarded our small entourage with a mixture of bemusement and horror. </div>
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Kerbs present a particular source of frustration. Scooters don't go up and down them very satisfactorily. As with the family cycle, one child will high-tail off gleefully while the other will have a strop - perhaps even grinding to regular halts. You could try calling this stop-start situation *interval training*. But even I'm not that much of an optimist.</div>
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There is but one vaguely satisfactory solution: You run circuits round the park while they play. Everyone else will think you're nuts. After ten years of parenthood, that's probably true. </div>
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Surely it's possible to arrange 15 minutes of zen-like exercise in the comfort of your own living room? Not at Average Towers.</div>
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Child number two has declared himself my yoga partner. This enthusiasm may seem sweet. The reality of the situation is otherwise:</div>
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Meanwhile child number one, a gymnast who folds herself in half effortlessly, looks on scornfully from behind her novel. Just to add to the experience.</div>
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When it comes to sporting heroes, forget your Olympians. Parents who successfully combine exercise with kids are the true winners. And they really do deserve a medal.<br />
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CJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323182664422461320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682796786093055232.post-17642075581696854942015-03-11T12:18:00.000+00:002015-03-11T13:00:54.850+00:00Book Review: The Ice TwinsWhen I read the email from Mumsnet Bloggers Network looking for reviewers for The Ice Twins, I felt compelled to apply. <br />
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<i>A year after one of their identical twin daughters, Lydia, dies in an accident, Angus and Sarah Moorcroft move to the tiny Scottish island Angus inherited from his grandmother, hoping to put together the pieces of their shattered lives.</i><br />
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<i>But when their surviving daughter, Kirstie, claims they have mistaken her identity - that she, in fact, is Lydia - their world comes crashing down once again.</i><br />
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<i>As winter encroaches, Angus is forced to travel away from the island for work, Sarah is feeling isolated, and Kirstie (or is it Lydia?) is growing more disturbed. When a violent storm leaves Sarah and her daughter stranded, Sarah finds herself tortured by the past - what really happened on that fateful day one of her daughters died?</i><br />
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As one of the lucky chosen ten reviewers, I was delighted to receive not only the book but an accompanying package containing camomile tea, a Kitkat and a tealight. These were designed to help the reader #SurvivetheNight, as the story was touted as a suspenseful read that would keep the reader awake into the wee small hours.</div>
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I rarely buy new hardback books, so the arrival of one through the letterbox was exciting in itself for me! I thought that both the words and the imagery on the cover worked well and added to the sense of intrigue. No further encouragement was needed to get started...</div>
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Much of the action takes place on the tiny Inner Hebridean Eilean Torran (Thunder Island), on which the Moorcrofts are the sole residents. Their isolation, and Sarah's lack of familiarity with island life, adds to the atmosphere. As a Scot, I was relieved that much was made of the beauty of the scenery as well as the harsh weather conditions!</div>
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I'm mindful not to include any spoilers here. The suspense in this story starts to build from the outset. The Moorcrofts' situation is a complex one. Not only have they lost a child but Sarah and Angus have additional significant struggles - both as individuals and within their marital relationship. There is much talk of the sea and wild weather conditions and, indeed, the reader is also swept among waves of ideas and nuances that keep them guessing as to the answers behind the Moorcrofts' surviving daughter's identity. I suspect that most readers will be kept guessing right up to the very end of this one.</div>
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The thoughts that follow are purely personal. Others may feel very differently...</div>
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As regards the characters, this was one of those books where my sympathies didn't really rest with one character. Both Angus and Sarah are flawed (but aren't we all?!). Hints throughout the book about their darker sides are intriguing as they keep the reader toying with theories as to who might truly be at fault. The downside to this, for me, was that I didn't really form an attachment to either of them.</div>
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I did, however, find the surviving twin's anguish during the book quite distressing. There are a number of traumatic scenes featuring Kirstie/Lydia and, indeed, she is unhappy throughout most of the story. I think readers will feel for the little girl at the heart of this book - the author capably captures her despair, frustration and withdrawal from others.</div>
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In terms of the plot, it really is quite fast paced. For me, there were almost too many twists and turns to the story. I should confess here that I'm the sort of person who frequently has to pause a film and ask my fellow viewers for explanations... Although I might have preferred a slightly slower, more drawn-out build-up, I am equally aware that other readers will relish the speed and multi-faceted nature of the story. </div>
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When friends found out I had a copy of The Ice Twins, their reaction was: "Oh, I want to read that book." I'll recommend that they do.</div>
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CJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323182664422461320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682796786093055232.post-918488467817536522015-03-06T06:46:00.000+00:002015-03-06T06:46:00.806+00:00Flexible working - a follow up<div style="text-align: justify;">
Last week, I was lucky enough to have my thoughts on flexible working covered in an <a href="https://www.pressandjournal.co.uk/fp/lifestyle/jobs/502619/industry-view-pays-flexible/" target="_blank">'Industry View'</a> piece for the Your Job supplement of the Press & Journal newspaper.</div>
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Grateful for the opportunity, I attempted to write some meaningful words that would be relevant to the publication's readership within the prescribed word count.</div>
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In reality my 500 words only scratched the surface of what remains a contentious issue. Articles like this one <a href="http://fortune.com/2015/03/03/female-company-president-im-sorry-to-all-the-mothers-i-used-to-work-with/" target="_blank">here</a> are shared and commented on worldwide. Clearly, lots of us have strong feelings on the subject.<br />
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So what of my own deeper feelings?</div>
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As with the newspaper article, I prefer not to focus solely on flexible working in relation to women. Men are equally entitled to this choice - and the associated benefits. And if the focus has to be on those who have children, let's talk about parents instead of only mothers.</div>
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I'm not living in la-la land. I acknowledge that it's the female of the family who is more likely to put her career on hold and "flex" to accommodate the arrival of children. That said, studies reveal that if no stigma was attached, most men would welcome the opportunity to reduce their workload to allow more time for family or other external interests. The excellent '<a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Half-Wife-Working-Familys-Getting/dp/0099555743" target="_blank">Half a Wife</a>' by Gaby Hinsliff talks about this in more detail. It's well worth a read.</div>
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Government and organisational systems have a long way to go before they truly facilitate and support flexible working for both men and women. But until those systems are in place, we as individuals must continue to strive to make our work, home and family lives fulfilling. Perhaps even harder than system change, is the change in mindsets and attitudes that is required for both sexes to genuinely believe that they can achieve a work-life balance that is right for them.</div>
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I, for one, have faith in our ability as humans to facilitate this change. Many parents demonstrate great resourcefulness and creativity in finding ways to enable their families to function. Stretching budgets, splitting roles, juggling to accommodate children's activities, living off a single income: These are all challenges that families are plunged into and cope with admirably.</div>
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Having children also frequently acts as a driver for new parents to consider paths they might never previously have trodden, such as starting new business ventures or remaining within the same line of work but on a different basis - perhaps as a contractor or freelancer. Others still, with the right support from an employer, may remain with the same organisation but with a different remit or work pattern. These need not be viewed as 'second best' choices but instead as meaningful - and perhaps better - alternatives.</div>
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Flexible working arrangements are not always easy to achieve, or to sustain. Both our systems and our attitudes can be an impediment. But I do believe that a fulfilling work life should not be at the expense of a fulfilling family life - or vice versa. Individuals, families and organisations need to work together and strive to find solutions that allow all parties to flourish. This might mean opening our minds to new ways of doing things and accepting the element of risk involved.</div>
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When it comes to working flexibly, we need to keep up the good fight: For ourselves, for our future - and for our families to follow.<br />
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CJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04323182664422461320noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2682796786093055232.post-47451803563180022672015-02-26T19:27:00.000+00:002015-02-26T19:27:16.858+00:00Turning forty doesn't hurt...REALLY?!<div style="text-align: justify;">
"It doesn't hurt. Honest." So said a number of friends on the approach to my milestone birthday. </div>
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I don't consider myself to be a particularly fragile person. However three months into this business of being forty and guess what? It does hurt. A lot.</div>
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Let's get the vanity issues out of the way first, shall we? On the grey hair front, individual strands have morphed into wiry forests of full-blown white. Fine lines have turned into crevices. And don't even get me started on the injustice of having both wrinkles AND adult acne. Surely one or the other is sufficient?</div>
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<b>Maintenance costs</b></div>
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These are directly related to the unfortunate phenomena above. Cleansing one's face with a baby wipe no longer cuts it as a beauty regime. Ditto to buying cheapo home hair dyes. The more mature lady requires a considerably larger budget in order to look semi-human. Enter my new obsession with the latest anti-wrinkle creams. And let's not dwell on my rocketing annual hair salon outlay.</div>
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The eye-watering expense doesn't end with beauty products though. The wardrobe needs to up its game too. Gone are the days when you can trip into New Look, select the first pair of £20 court shoes in the right colour and waltz out again. Oh no. Forty-year old feet require quality footwear. And by quality I mean expensive. Likewise, the clothes shops of your teenage years with their teeny sizes (and teeny prices) are no longer your domain. Instead, you beat a path to the Hobbs sale because "their fit is so much more flattering."<br />
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In fairness, I was warned about this one. A super-fit forty-something friend told me that she has to "do more just to stay in the same place". No kidding. I've upped my own regime with no tangible improvement in - er - anything. Then there's the aches, pains and creaking joints to deal with. I crouched down to retrieve something in a meeting recently. The crack from my knees almost caused an echo. If I don't die of decrepitude, I may well die of embarrassment.</div>
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Always a tedious exercise, this has reached a new level of discomfort. I've now joined a bracketed age group that extends to 55. Then there's the scrolling backwards to find one's year of birth, which takes an eternity.</div>
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I do, however, always like to end on a high. With that, let's consider my new eligibility for the veteran's category in running events. It may seem depressing, however it also means that I'm no longer competing against lithe eighteen year olds. </div>
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As one fellow forty said: "Let's enter everything this year, while we're still the youngest."</div>
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Amen to that.<br />
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Having freelanced for around a decade now, I've shared a lot of stories with others whose roles also involve an element of homeworking. </div>
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There's a unique quality that you need to become a successful homeworker. No-one really warns you about it though. It's nothing to do with organisational skills or self-discipline, however handy these may be.</div>
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It's the art of ad-libbing, thinking on your feet and trotting out smooth explanations without a trace of hesitation. Ones that make it sound as though you're operating from a purpose-built glass-walled office when the reality of your working environment is something entirely different...</div>
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Here are just a few examples. (They're not all mine. Promise.)</div>
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<i><b>Sorry I missed your call. I had to step away from my desk for a minute.</b></i></div>
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Translation: I nipped downstairs to shove the third load of washing into the machine.</div>
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<i><b>I'm away from my desk today with limited access to email.</b></i></div>
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Translation: I rashly volunteered to help out in my child's class today. I will be furtively checking emails during break time.</div>
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Translation: My bewildered-looking partner has just entered the room clutching a shopping list and in desperate need of further instruction.</div>
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<i><b>Please excuse me. I'm just about to pop out to a meeting.</b></i></div>
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Translation: The meeting is with my own offspring who are about to exit the school in three minutes. </div>
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<i><b>I am on annual leave this week.</b></i></div>
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Translation: I have decided to swap the stress of dealing with you for the stress of dealing with my children full-time for the next seven days.<br />
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Once you've got this little lot down pat, you really can't go wrong. After all, the ability to think on one's feet is surely attractive to potential clients?<br />
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<b>Addendum:</b> If any of the fabulous people I work for ever actually read this, please know that I love doing what I do for you. Despite the lack of glass-walled office.<br />
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But I decided that wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't make for particularly balanced reading either.<br />
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The dust has now settled and our differences are patched up, Yet I still find myself reflecting on what was possibly the first of many similar scenarios to follow over the adolescent years ahead.<br />
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So, while they remain imprinted in my mind, here are the things I wanted to say to my ten-year-old after our argument but didn't:<br />
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1. Even though others had warned me this stage was coming, I naively thought that it wouldn't happen to us. And I'm not handling it as well as I'd like to.<br />
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2. I was mad at the world at your age too - possibly even more so. Despite this, I was terrified at the level of anger pouring out of you, directed at me.<br />
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3. That thing we were arguing over? It'll mean nothing in five years' time. Chances are neither of us will even remember it.<br />
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4. You might be the one sobbing. But I'm howling on the inside too.<br />
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5. We'll get past this argument. And many, many more. And I'll always love you.<br />
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Come to think of it, perhaps I should go ahead and say that last one?<br />
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One of my own favourite bloggers, Kristen Welch of <a href="http://wearethatfamily.com/" target="_blank">We are THAT Family</a>, describes parenting teenagers as a hard kind of beautiful. Some days are more hard than beautiful. But we get through the hard ones, in the hope that beautiful ones will follow. The key word here is 'hope'.<br />
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<i>How do you cope with the challenges of parenting a tween? Leave a comment and let me know.</i><br />
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I seized on the phrase like a drowning person would cling to a raft: "You're exactly right, I am out of my comfort zone!" Then I waited to be let off the hook.<br />
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That's where things took an interesting turn. They had no intention of letting me off the hook. Quite the contrary. At the end of our 'phone call, I was still very much <i>on</i> that particular hook.<br />
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Even more surprising is this: I'm not ecstatic about it but I'm OK. This is NOT my average response to doing things I'm less than 100 per cent sure of.<br />
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What gives? Well, on turning forty I made myself a promise. My new catchphrase would be - cringes inwardly - 'Forty and fearless!'. I'm only three months in but so far I've stuck to my guns.<br />
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So how does a cowardly control freak like me climb out of her comfort zone? The as-yet-unpatented three-step plan goes as follows:<br />
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<b>Research</b> Spot the marketing girl (again). It might be new to you but chances are that someone, somewhere has done it before you. And they'll have generously shared their experience online. Get googling and get to grips with your challenge. The more you discover, the better prepared you'll be.<br />
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<b>Supporters </b>Your supporters don't need to have particular knowledge of what you're trying to do. They just need to be people who believe in you. And who'll help you to believe in yourself. Surround yourself with them.<br />
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<b>Worst case scenario </b>Better to have tried and failed than never to have tried at all? I still have issues with this one, to be honest. I've a real fear of failure. But I do force myself to think through the repercussions of <i>not</i> achieving my goal. Letting your mind go there is painful but liberating.<br />
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Of course the flip side of the worst case scenario is thinking through how <i>good</i> you'll feel if you achieve what you've set out to do...<br />
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Regardless of your plans for 2015 - fitness challenges, career goals, lifestyle changes - I wish you the very best of luck. Let's all enjoy the view from beyond our personal comfort zones.<br />
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Life was chuntering along at Average Towers. Then all of a sudden it decided to play a little game with me.</div>
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Just as my workload began to gather pace in January, my 'average' technology proved it wasn't even worthy of that adjective.</div>
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First it was the printer. Which decided to only print when it felt like it. Not ideal when my work demands thorough proof-reading. </div>
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Next up was the laptop. Its operating system had a nervous breakdown. This necessitated an emergency shopping trip to Argos for a new version. Several weary hours installing Windows 8.1 added to the thrill.</div>
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I was back up and running until a storm blew in. No prizes for guessing what that did to my broadband connection.</div>
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And there you have it. A fortnight into January and I was already behind with my workload. Naturally I did not keep this state of affairs to myself. Oh no. I moaned about it to anyone who would listen until I was back online. Then I moaned about it on social media too. </div>
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It didn't end there however. As we approached the coldest weekend of the year, the heating at Average Towers decided to pack in. Best not tell you what I thought about that.<br />
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Just over 24 hours later, normal temperatures (and tempers) were resumed. Since then, I've taken stock of the events of the past fortnight. It's part of our culture to expect certain things to work. How we deal with it when they don't is quite revealing.</div>
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I'm not particularly proud of my surly humour and petulant attitude. Once Average Towers was cosy and comfortable again, I was forced to acknowledge that there are many people who can't afford to heat their own homes. And my technical issues and project deadlines? Hardly a matter of life and death compared to the work of our emergency services, aid workers and the like.</div>
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Which brings me back to appreciating how much I actually <i>do</i> have. It's so easy to get caught up with small gripes. And to take many, many luxuries for granted. Me? I think I need to reacquaint myself with <a href="http://averageandproud.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/let-us-give-thanks.html" target="_blank">gratitude lists</a>. And keep thanking the printer when it performs on demand...</div>
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What with it being a brand new year and all that jazz, I felt it was time I pulled my blogger's socks up. <br />
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With just a little bit of effort, I think this wee blog could be sooooo much better. Here's what I propose to do about it...<br />
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1. Get on with writing my own posts instead of wistfully re-reading Mumsnet's <a href="http://www.mumsnet.com/bloggers/blog-of-the-day" target="_blank">'blog of the day</a>' and despairing of ever writing anything half as good.<br />
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2. Write less of the long rambling posts. And more of the short, easy-to-read ones. Promise.<br />
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3. Finally get round to uploading a photo (preferably soft focus) on the '<a href="http://www.averageandproud.blogspot.co.uk/p/about-me.html" target="_blank">About Me'</a> page.<br />
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4. Upload same soft focus photo of choice to <a href="http://www.britmums.com/" target="_blank">BritMums</a>, thus avoiding having the same standard cartoon head as several hundred other members.<br />
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5. Swallow my pride and ask my lovely neighbour and fellow blogger at <a href="http://onemadmoo.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Storm In A (Vintage) Teacup</a> to explain to me how Google + actually works (blushes furiously).<br />
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6. Implement some of the great blogging and SEO advice that the talented Tarana at <a href="http://www.sandinmytoes.tk/p/blogging-tips-tricks.html" target="_blank">SandInMyToes</a> regularly dispenses.<br />
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7. Pluck up the courage to join a few more link-ups.<br />
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8. Perhaps most importantly...Reply more promptly to the lovely comments that some of you are kind enough to leave.<br />
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Happy 2015 folks. Did I mention that I don't really 'do' New Year's resolutions?<br />
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<i>Do you believe in New Year's resolutions? Leave a comment and let me know.</i><br />
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An old friend, who had long since departed for brighter lights and bigger cities, was briefly back in the neighbourhood. En route to her parents' place, she wondered if she could stop by quickly and say hello. She was about twenty minutes' away.</div>
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My initial reaction of surprised delight was almost immediately replaced by panic. I glanced around our - ahem - comfortable family home. The detritus of our busy lives was evident for all to see: Rucksacks dropped haphazardly in the front hall, odd pieces of Lego littering the living areas and the smell of our recent evening meal lingering in the air.</div>
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Help. This is the friend whose chic city home features glass and chrome, polished to perfection. The kitchen boasts all the latest high-tech appliances and genuinely gleams with satisfaction. On the couple of occasions I have visited, I've felt as though I've been transported to a boutique hotel with only the two of us as residents. Fleetingly, I wondered if I should ring her back with an excuse to cancel.<br />
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Thankfully, I have learned that there is quite a lot one can achieve in 20 minutes (Jillian Michaels eat your heart out). I know my children's habits and my home's hotspots pretty well, so I focused on the essentials: Replace hand towel in downstairs loo/wipe toothpaste marks from sink/lob hallway clutter into cupboard/throw kitchen windows open/light scented candles/whizz around with hoover/change self out of faded trackie bottoms + fleece.</div>
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Even when people's lives and physical appearances seem polished and perfect, that doesn't mean they don't face struggles and challenges like the rest of us. It turns out that my friend was at a bit of a career crossroads. She was eager for advice - but most of all she just needed someone to hear her out.</div>
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And so she talked. And I listened. Through sheer strength of will, I managed not to be overly distracted by the inexplicable green smudge that had appeared at an eight-year-old's height on the living room wall, nor by the layer of dust that rested smugly on the arm of the sofa. (Think that 20-minute run around was going to make the place a palace? Think again.)</div>
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Having unburdened herself - and proving once again that our friendship could be picked up effortlessly - it was time for my friend to depart with a hug. </div>
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I was so pleased she had come. And it seems she was too.</div>
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Just half an hour later, I received this text: "Thanks so much for the chat - it meant the world to me."</div>
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And to think I might have missed it for the sake of an untidy house....<br />
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At this time of year, we all tend to have increasing numbers of visitors to our homes. It's worth remembering that real friends come to spend time with us. Not to inspect the state of our skirting boards.<br />
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<i>Does your home suffer from CHAOS (can't have anyone over syndrome)? Leave a comment and let me know.</i></div>
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I'm putting it out there before anyone else does it for me: A certain milestone birthday is approaching all too fast.</div>
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Having witnessed many of my peer group endure/enjoy (delete as appropriate) the occasion of their 40th birthday, I have come to the conclusion that there are several ways in which to mark this occasion:</div>
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For party-lovers, this is the obvious way to celebrate. Hire the local hall, invite as many friends and family as possible, supply a substantial buffet and Bob's your uncle. This is the ultimate people-pleaser as it avoids leaving anyone out. I have thoroughly enjoyed attending - and indeed organising - many such occasions for others. Sadly, throwing one of my own is out of the question: The thought of the obligatory speech is just too much.</div>
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<b>2. The girly getaway</b></div>
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I'm thinking spa break/vintage teas/cocktails and clubbing or perhaps a combination of all of the above. This usually involves piling on a train to an accessible city where lots of other new forties (or indeed hen parties) are pursuing similar activities. Great fun but one should proceed with caution: By the time you've prepped your face, body and wardrobe for this trip - and indulged in some retail therapy while you're there - it may cost more than your annual family holiday.</div>
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<b>3. The great escape</b></div>
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Those who have an a) romantic and b) generous partner may find themselves whisked off to some luxurious location where they can gently ease themselves into their next major life stage. This type of celebration has almost universal appeal, however there are several drawbacks: a) you have to have a partner b) they have to be romantic and c) they must not be permanently skint. </div>
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I'll cross my fingers and avoid looking at the joint account, shall I?</div>
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