#MagicMoments – A Key To The Door

It’s Monday (again, the weeks are flying by) and I’ve linked up with Jaime at oliversmadhouse for #MagicMoments.

My #MagicMoment first happened 9 years ago and carries on daily, to a certain extent.

Whizzing back 9 years and 4 months….
we had a decision to make. We were all living in my little 2 bed terrace with its blue outside (which is how I met Mr Bluecrisps), there was me, Hubbie, 10yr old C, 14 month old T and my belly…5 months away from producing D. We were cramped already, it was time to consider moving from the house which I’d brought with my ex, where C was brought up and where T arrived, in the living room, on the floor (that sounded a bit like Cluedo..guess where the baby arrived).

We had our little house valued and started looking around, I found a house very quickly and phoned up, only to be told the buyers were fed up with a lack of response and going to another agent. I asked if we could still view it with them, he checked with the vendor and came back and said no. Disappointing but I thought maybe it would appear with new agents in the following week.

It did! We went to view it and I fell in love with it. It was perfect, just the right size for us, the garish orange paint everywhere was slightly off-putting, that and the fact the vendor had had a fry-up just before we arrived so there was a greasy-spoon-cafe aroma and feel to the kitchen but..ideal for us.

We put in an offer and said we were putting ours on the market immediately, which we did and we had a firm offer within 6 days. Brilliant, all systems go. My tummy filled with D getting ever bigger.

Then the fun started…

Our buyer went on holiday just as we were about to exchange, without telling anyone, it got better…

Our seller’s wife had a nervous breakdown so he was focused naturally on her well-being and getting what was causing her the stress (the house) sorted as quickly as possible. He would phone us, asking what was going on practically daily. I could only look at my packed boxes and wonder.

At one point we considered halting everything and waiting until after D had arrived, the additional stress was not needed.

Finally, we had a completion date. Our money went through by lunchtime but (typical) our buyer’s hadn’t gone through by then. More phone calls and until you actually hold the keys in your hand, you don’t believe it.

But eventually we got there…


Our home. D was born in our bedroom 6 weeks later, one week early.

There may be times when I cannot stand living next door to who we do – the noise that pounds through the walls on a Saturday evening when they decide to “entertain” and the fact we’re right near a woods used for dog-walking so everyone drives up in their cars to walk their dogs and because they don’t live there, there is a fair amount of p o o.

But it’s our home, the only family home that T and D remember, our joint names on the mortgage.

And that IS difficult some months, keeping everything ticking over on one sporadic self-employed wage, but we do and we will, a secure base for the children.

Because the children have special needs and, particularly D, find certain outdoor environments challenging (she has a severe stranger anxiety), the back garden is their haven. To anyone walking past with its trampoline, apple day bed thingy, climbing frame and framed pool, it might seem like they’re spoilt, to T and D it’s a place to play, to enjoy themselves, to be happy children and that’s always a Magic Moment.

Looking forward to reading some more Moments, thanks for reading Jx 😘


#MagicMoments – Seeing Things More Clearly

It’s Monday morning again and I’m linking up with Jaime at theoliversmadhouse for another Magic Moment. To read Jaime’s post for Joshua – click here.

Today’s Magic Moment is a bit different from one of my usual ones but it’s magic to me.

I’ve always used my sunglasses as a mask, these together with eyeliner and mascara. The sunglasses are a necessity with special needs parenting – you never know when tears will suddenly come – and the eyeliner/mascara needed because I’m so fair. Click here to read a post from last year when I let the mask slip.

For some reason T has been blessed with the longest thickest eyelashes ever, whilst his sister (D) and mother (me) have short, stubbly fair lashes. I did try eyelash extensions once and they were AMAZING until they started to grow out and then I looked like I had spiders legs above my eyes.

Anyway…digressing madly.

I found out about 3 weeks ago that I needed glasses, no great surprise and I would have been astounded if they’d said I didn’t.

Part of me felt a bit disappointed though, I always felt that the eyes were the window to your soul and wondered if I’d be perceived any differently.

T took the news very badly, he couldn’t understand why I needed glasses if I could see/read and he got very very upset. He admitted he didn’t want me to look any different. D, on the other hand, was delighted, as she’s been wearing glasses for a year.

T’s reaction made choosing frames very difficult, did I go for obviously kooky frames or something more subtle?

We had to wait until the school holidays to go into an opticians and just hope that T would be comfortable enough to accept frame suggestions that he was happy with.

In the meantime, I bought some frames from ebay and I had a blog review to do for a lenses re-glazing company (click to read) so I sent off the frames and waited for their return. Anticipating that T wouldn’t be terribly happy but it would get him used to me in glasses.

When they (the frames) arrived back, I was very apprehensive. Did I copy down the prescription correctly? Would they have read the numbers correctly? Would T be ok? Would I notice a difference?

The answer is yes! Finally here’s the magic moment you cry!

Subtitled programmes – which I have on at night if Mr Bluecrisps is doing his best impression of a warthog next to me – are clearer to read, it’s like everything is more defined. My eyes don’t feel so tired at the end of the day either.

Here are my current frames:
T doesn’t like the pink bit at the the top but we’ve now been and chosen some rimless frames so these will be spares.


Here’s the rimless ones, they have an obligatory bit of purple in the frame arms and T is happy with them.

Free sunglasses too in the deal from Boots.


A good example of the improvement is my front door, from a distance it’s now more defined. All the . Subtle but noticeable difference.


Because I only need them for distance – not reading – I can do the glasses-half-down-the-nose bit and wag my finger, pretend to be stern and look quite daft!

So, purse lighter but eyes happier, I’ve joined the glasses brigade, but as I said in my Boots Feel Good Forum post – click to read – age is just a number”, it’s what’s inside that counts..me, wife and Mumma.