It has been the weirdest Easter ever; firstly we are usually away, generally somewhere exciting in the UK. Somewhere we can explore and chill as a family. I usually feel like it is the start of our summer.
This year has been different. Firstly we haven’t been away. Well, not all of us anyway, Jack has been skiing with School. Yes, I had my reservations, how would he cope with his diabetes without us there to help him? But we had to let him take this step, take his first flight out of the nest, so we supported him and I am so glad we did. He survived his trip and came home triumphant, he has overcome a huge hurdle in his life. And trust me suffering with type 1 diabetes does bring many hurdles.
Secondly we, that’s a royal we, Chris was decorating Joe’s room. Now anyone that knows me knows that I am just not built or conditioned for decorating. I detest it, like Chris keeps telling me why moan when you are not doing it! But the fact that I am in the house whilst it is occurring is enough to stress me out.
You see I get the fall out, the mess, the dust, the extra housework, and have to do all the cooking and tidy up after because Chris is busy decorating, where usually we share the jobs. Ha ha I sound so ungrateful don’t I? In my ideal world I would go on Holiday and as if by magic, the wave of a wand I would return to a decorated room.
Why do I dislike it so much? Well, I suppose I feel like it infringes on family time, and lets face it time is precious. But we now have a very happy boy, who loves his new room. So I suppose the pain was worth it. And we did enjoy our little room shopping trips, so every cloud.
So when the postman arrived with a BritMums box last Thursday morning I could have kissed him. He sensed my excitement, I think I alarmed him and he made a speedy escape. But I knew what was in that little box, cake, just what I needed, and my favourites too.
On Thursday the sun was shining and Joe and I decided to have a chill day, we made a picnic, got our badminton rackets ready and retreated to the garden for a day of sport and food. We had a lovely day, and so enjoyed our first picnic of the year.
He beat me at several rounds of badminton, but I do question his rules and tactics? However it was great exercise and most importantly I worked off my cake, so felt I was able to reward myself by eating just one more.
But I have a love affair with cake in more ways than one, not only is it the ultimate treat, I definitely prefer cake to chocolate, but also, cake pays our mortgage.
Yes, you read right, now I bet you have images of me turning up at the bank every month with a barrow full of cake for the bank manager. Would that be nice, paying with cake?
But no, my husband and all his lovely colleagues are responsible for many of the cake, bread and biscuit ovens in the UK and even some overseas. When a cake oven breaks, all hell breaks loose; these ovens work day and night. And if one stops working they fix it, any time day or night.
So in a way they are like little cake heroes traveling the country, making sure all these ovens are in tip top condition to provide us with cake. If you don’t like cake I suppose it’s not so important. But if you do, then I am married to a lovely man that co-ordinates the fixing of many cake ovens. Without them there may be very little or indeed no cake! Pretty cool huh.
So there is my story and why for me life really is better with cake in more ways than one.
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