My main goals at the minute is to get into the zone with diet and fitness because having gone from about 15 stone to 10 stone I do not want to go back there. But I’ve been naughty and it’s so hard to keep my head out of the peanut butter jar. Two days of being a good girl now and I went to the gym today. I also was prepared and made a slimming world quiche. 
My next goal is to pass my driving test. I had another lesson today. I took two tests about 5 years ago before my hubby got ill, but failed. Nerves got the better of me but with abit of money in our pockets at the minute and hubby being unable to learn to drive because of his medication, I thought I’d face my fears. I’ve been ok up until today. Today for some unknown reason, I was a nervous sweaty wreck. I do not want to do it today, I want to give up. It’s so important for us though that at least one of us drive, holidays, camping and general things would be so much easier. I must do this even though I feel so down about it today. It wasn’t the best start when son number one ran in front of the car as I was driving off. When I get home I also find he’s been grounded for playing knock door run on the next door neighbours door.
I’ve been crafty too, autumn is my most favourite time of the year and I’m feeling the need for candles and knitting and stuff. I’ve been looking at ways to use my empty glass jars so today made a coffee scented tea light holder, decorated with craft tape from the pound shop.
I thought it was cute and it smells lovely when the coffee beans warm up. I have nowhere to put it though as Caleb wants to fiddle with it, probably throw the beans everywhere.
So with the oldest boy grounded, the youngest is tiring us out. I cannot wait for him to go to child care tomorrow for a break. He’s trodden poo on his wellies through the house onto the carpet, made us wrestle him into his buggy when he went into hulk mode at the park, thrown cat biscuits over the floor (he didn’t eat them though….so that’s progress), he’s smeared shampoo through his hair so it was all sticky and now he’s throwing things over his gate down the stairs when he should be sleeping. I know he can’t help it but he’s also constantly humming all day which starts to fray the nerves after an hour or so.
Fun part of the day was subjecting the eldest boy to the ice bucket challenge. He did it in aid of Macmillan, a cause close to our hearts as three friends are currently battling cancer. He does a lot of things for charity and I’m proud that he thinks of others.
Off My Broomstick 