In May 2016 we decided we were in a position where we could make a big difference to our house and the way we were living. We absolutely adore our house, its a 4 bed detached, and although the upstairs has never been an issue size wise for us, the downstairs always seemed so much smaller with having an integrated garage.
So this week I thought I’d join in with the simple & fabulous Linky of My Sunday Photo hosted by Photalife. I just love the concept of it, a photo that says a thousand words!
So here is this weeks Sunday Photo celebrating the cheekiness of my oldest baby!
We have done so many long car journeys with the kids. We tend to go down to devon twice a year for a holiday and we’ve visited my sister in law numerous times down in Plymouth too so long car journeys are no new thing for us. From where we live to Devon/Plymouth is around 6 hours which we can seem to manage (although when we get there me and Jack resemble some sort of character out of the living dead) with just one stop about 4 hours into the journey before the kiddies begin to get restless (we all start screaming at eachother). At first it was really daunting thinking about how to keep two children under 3 amused during the journey, constantly thinking we would need to make a million stops totalling 10 hours and two parents who have completely lost their sh*t by this time. However we always get there pretty smoothly and with both children still alive and well!
From before I can even remember, I have always been fortunate enough to have been abroad pretty much every year since I was around 3, up until Finlay was 1. Since then we haven’t been abroad and have stuck to little holidays in this country in stead. This has been partly down to Jacob being born, and I just cant face a flight with the little wriggler, but the main issue is that out of no where I have become absolutely TERRIFIED at even the thought of flying. I mean I’ve never really enjoyed it and there has always been a bit of fear there but I’ve never been to a point where I physically cant get on a plane, and if I’m totally honest, it sucks.
I’m not exactly sure what triggered it, but I had a panic attack on the flight back from Mallorca when Finlay was 10 months old, and I’ve never experienced anything like it. There was turbulence and I just lost it, my eyes went black, I felt like I was going to be sick, I couldn’t keep still and I just remember I kept going on and on at the flight attendant about how it ‘wasn’t normal’ for the plane to be shaking. *Hangs head in absolute shame*. How embarrassing! It’s totally out of character for me to act this way and I’m so embarrassed by it, but at the same time, I couldn’t help it. Real fear does strange things to you, and this was definitely that! I don’t think all the evil going on in the world recently has helped but I don’t believe that’s all to blame for it.