Weekends, god how I love them

Having not been able to do anything outside of the house for so long, once the weekend arrives and the family are all home, I literally can’t help myself but get really over excited. Let’s drive to Wales for a coffee, let’s go here, let’s do that, let’s play this, let’s visit here, there, every-blinking-where!

I watch the hubbies face, taking it all in, trying to reign in my new found excitement for life, not to be a party poo-per (forgive the pun, I couldn’t resist), but for my own good. He wants to keep me safe and for me not to be unwell again. Fully understandable.

I text him from hospital on day five, and asked him to remind me that I can’t do ‘everything’ once I get home. I’m so glad I did this, as it’s so hard for me to control. Having been so unwell for so long, I now feel like a new person, I have energy and can go out, and exercise and see people and skydive if I want to (not that I do, that just sounds like torture to be honest). And all I want to do is keep pushing myself, harder and harder to do more and more. The reality is very different though, and that’s what I need to be reminded of, although I feel that way, my body is still a very long way from healed, and I need to give it the time, space and respect it deserves. Therefore, when I want to do a thousand things all at once over the weekend, the reality is, I can’t (well not yet 😉 )!

So this weekend, we had a family cooking competition, each of us were given five ingredients by the others, and then had to create a dish from them. I got first place with a Belvita, Angel Delight, Custard, Marshmallow and Cocopop trifle. Second place was spicy tortillas, third place prawn risotto (made with pudding rice 🙂 ), and forth place was peanut butter and cinnamon flapjacks.

After this, once the children had got bored and wandered off, I danced, and danced and danced some more. Hubby chose the playlist and I/we just went for it, singing at the top of my lungs and dancing some more. A highlight was my rendition of Duce Newton -“Touch my teeth (cheek, family joke about mishearing lyrics) before you leave”. Great track whether you decide to touch teeth or cheeks.

Next we decided to give my Brother and his family a surprise visit, so they could try out our kitchen delights too. We spent a lovely couple of hours with them, I love the fact that I can go out and surprise people again. Not that I ever did before, but I can now, and I will do more.

On a side note, did anyone else watch Traitors last night? Oh my goodness, I love that programme, it’s so clever. Who knows, maybe I’ll apply!

Bag of the day today was this pretty little number…

Oh and I got some new dungarees, not had any before, but I really like them. I’m not bothered about hiding my bag from the world, but if you have a stoma and don’t like your bag to show through, I’d highly recommend them. They are from Halara, they do lots of different bits that I’m looking forward to trying out.