2008: love, loss, ups and downs.
So 2008, then. Well like any year, this one had its fair share of ups and downs here at English Towers. We started the year on a major low, with Hubby’s spectacularly festive then boss ringing him on Christmas Eve to tell him he was going to lose his job. January continued on a low note when I managed to lose a little blue greyhound I was supposed to be looking after for Jen (never did find her).
February brought a little more good news: I became Englishmum.com (can you believe that was nearly a year ago?) and got nominated in the Irish Blog Awards several times. On the downside I still didn’t find Jen’s dog (it’s okay, she forgave me). March saw me having a traumatic time with my bikini line, and us having a little trouble finding a school for our Mad Professor . April saw our youngest, the Death Wish Child, hit double figures and go off on a beano to Donegal. #1 also went on a trip, this time to France.
May was our saddest month, when C, our lovely friend and neighbour, finally lost her battle against cancer, leaving her wonderful Hubby, D and her two adorable children, Little C and Lou, absolutely heartbroken. Despite this (or perhaps as a fitting tribute), the sun shone, and Hubby finally came home from working away, but still, May was tough.
Forging on, then: June saw the beginning of our push towards self-sufficiency here at English Towers. The workmen came and made our fabulous kitchen garden, ooh and Hubby mowed me a little love token in the lawn. Bless. In July, Hubby finally got a new job (phew), we added the greenhouse, #1 got to grips with his new school rules and I celebrated two years of blogging.
August mostly passed in that school holiday blur of children, children and more children, but to add a bit of variety I nearly burnt the house down, and we travelled to Waterford for a fantastic wedding. In September, we decided to get hitched again, and Moon and Mrs M did just that. October saw me getting a job. Yup, the real name-in-print, food writing job that I’ve always wanted. In November, we took a little road trip to Toys 4 Big Boys at the RDS, and started getting ready for Chrimbo. December was, naturally, Christmas central. I could give you links to any one of my posts, but they’re all Christmassy. Take your pick.
And that leads us back to ‘bloody January again’. Last year, I rambled on a bit, but my main ‘resomalution’ was this:
If I do one thing today, it will be to tell my friends and family how fab they are, what I love about them and the qualities that I most admire. I will cherish the people I love, strive to make new friends, never be guilty of excluding anyone from my social circle, no matter how complete I think it is. I will strike up a conversation with the lady next to me in Tesco, compliment a total stranger on her gorgeous handbag and celebrate the fact that we are all, obviously, in this together.
I don’t think I’d change much of that sentiment. There are no new resolutions, but after a year of love, loss, ups and downs, I’ll be making the most of every day; remembering how darned lucky I am to have amazing friends and family (near AND far), and how lucky I am to live in this lovely house, in this beautiful country full of wonderful, friendly, big-hearted people.
Lessons learned in 2008:
1 We should all stop trying to be bloody fantastic and start being ‘good enough’. Seriously, if you can’t love yourself, how can you possibly love anyone else?
2 Curves are in. Big style.
3 No matter how low you get, your friends can make everything better.
4 That losing loved ones should make you appreciate the ones you still have even more.
Happy new year. I hope 2009 brings you peace and happiness. Oh, and thanks: whether you’re a regular, or this is your first visit. You’re appreciated. Don’t forget to pop in if you’re passing! xx