Talk About Cheesecake

Musings, meanderings and meditation for my mind.


Get off your backside and do something! 2

As voted for by Maddie and Dianne in my original post I am naming this post the “Get off your backside and do something” list. (GOYBADS ?!)

To save you having to read the original post, I decided that rather than have a New Year Resolution that I would not bother to keep, I would have a monthly To Do list and see how long that lasted.

I have to say, so far it has been pretty darn motivating. In the last week or so I have

  • organised photo albums of the wedding, honeymoon and family for the last year;
  • filled the photo frames AND (and this is even more impressive) got Mr G to get them up on the wall in the same weekend! Never underestimate the power of a good nagging.
  • filled that scrap book with the items we collected on our honeymoon in Sri Lanka;

Not bad going!


However, I did notice that whilst I spent the hours choosing photos and arranging albums I did not get to play with the kids or relax with the husband over the weekend. Something has to give – it seems it is always a choice between work or play, prioritising one job over the over.

Now I have the day to myself I have another choice. Coursework or paying work, blogging or job hunting.

So I am adding something else to my January GOYBADS list – to start noting down the time I spend on different tasks in the day and see where my life is going.

How are you all getting on with your resolutions? Ready to join me and GOYBADS?

(Do you think it will catch on?)

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So that’s what it’s like to be a man!

Well – here I am again. A little lax on maintaining my blog and not doing too well at keeping up to date with my coursework. But – to be fair it has been a busy few months. A busy 12 months actually. Still, I had a funny episode yesterday, a moment out of time which I though I would share, where I had a brief insight into the mind of a man!

It started as a normal Saturday. Get up, wash, feed and dress kids. Tidy some small section of the house to gain a measure of control over the chaos. Do an hour or two of work. Play a game of ‘supermarket sweep’ followed by ‘how much can I fit in a cupboard’. Then off to my sister-in-laws to spend an hour relaxing (also known as a long walk with 2 hyperactive puppies, 4 out of control children and a moderately enthusiastic teenager).

And then, well I sat down in the kitchen, coffee in hand, silence surrounding me as children and puppies went to recharge in front of a cartoon and . . .

. . .

. . .

‘What are you thinking about?’ asked the moderately enthusiastic teenager.

‘Well, nothing actually.’ I replied, in bemused amazement.

Because, actually, there was for a short time absolutely nothing happening in my head. No worrying about redundancy, no job hunting or preparing for interviews. I have started self-employment and am quite ok about it. The hen night passed, the wedding was fantastic and the honeymoon is over. For the first time in 12 months, life is on an even keel.

In my head there was just an absent notice and an ‘out of order’ tone.

‘And that’, said my brother-in-law, ‘is what it feels like to be a man!’