Hope you’re all well and happy! Here’s a quick update for you all on life here in Ibiza.
The girls are in nursery 5 mornings a week now, which is a complete luxury, as I have to admit, I was ever so slightly losing the plot. Yes the girls are amazing, funny and very entertaining but I did feel my brain turning a little more to mush everyday and starting to get snappy over silly things…even nursery rhymes were starting to turn sinister. 1,2,3,4,5, once I caught a fish alive 6,7,8,9,10 then I ran full speed into the wall again!!!!!
So I now have time to work guilt free, socialise with friends and meander around the supermarket doing a “big shop” without looking like a neurotic lunatic as I push two trolleys around or chase two babies, whilst arguing with Caspar about the contents of the toy aisle. (These are the options as they don’t have double trolleys here).
I’ve also started pilates, for two reasons really. The first being my back is buggered from carting these two chunky girls around and it’s meant to be great for strengthening your back and core. And secondly I want to tone up. I want to be fit not thin. I’ve got zero intention of stopping all the naughty things I like to eat and drink, so Pilates 3 times a week should help a little.
I popped back to the Manchester last week to sort out some business issues. Apart from the boring stuff, I caught up with friends and family and had a serious retail binge….I miss the Uk highstreet so much! I bought kids stuff, kids stuff and some more kids stuff, I was in heaven…TK Maxx, Next & H&M I love you and all that “sales” in you, please come to Ibiza?? It was fun driving around in my little sports car too, which I hired from the lovely and very helpful people at Avis Manchester airport….it made a change from the massive tank I drive here in Ibiza full of kids and dogs. I had such a lovely time, it’s made me rather homesick since I’ve been back.
But we’re now planning to have Xmas in the Uk so I’m super excited about that…..big coats, big boots and big mugs of mulled wine. I can’t wait for the kids to spend time with their cousins and my best friends kids…its going to be beautifully manic, I can’t wait!!! Just need to arrange dog/house sitters, as our lovely best dog ever Fernandos getting on a bit now and he likes his own bed…a doggy hotel just wouldn’t do.
Caspar has started Taekwondo,Tennis and rollerblading lessons after school….Taekwondo is going well, tennis not so much and he’s completely over rollerblading already, as its all girls in the class…..in 10 years that’ll be his idea of heaven but for now its just another bunch of sports stuff gathering dust (like mother like son). Although not too much money wasted as we’ve got a Decathalon here, which is fab and so cheap.
Ibiza has officially “closed”, all the beautiful party people have gone home and us residents get our stunning island back.The whole family, including Fernando and Bro can have long walks on the beach, although our old boy Fernando has difficulty getting in and out the car now so we’re just about to buy a ramp for him, yes Vin (my husband) buy one…in his usual style “ahhh we can make one of those.”
The next big challenge in our house is potty training….Blake has basically started potty training herself (but I’ll obviously take credit-shhhh) but Nico’s just not interested. It couldn’t of been over summer when they’ve been naked for 6 months, nahhhh lets wait until we’re in clothes again….cheers girls. And whilst on the subject of these two gorgeous, butter wouldn’t melt angels, oh my word, they are a nightmare with each other. Best friends one minute and then, boom!! Huge baby fight! It’s madness because they are so adorable with each other, for example, if you give one something like a piece of fruit or a biscuit, they won’t move or eat it until you give them one for their sister and then they run off shouting the name to proudly share and then “Boom” they’re yanking each other onto the floor fighting over a pair of shoes or toy…. I reckon we’ve got approximately another 20 years of this! And more so because Blakes main mission in life seems to be, to wind up her sister…she just goes and sits or lies on her when she’s bored, purely to get a reaction. And when they fight, they literally whack each other in the face…..but they don’t cry though, they’re like some sort of super WWF babies….and the worst thing is attempting to discipline them, whilst trying not to laugh. The way they talk is so funny, its Spanglish…..mixed in with a good helping of gobbledygook.
Caspars fluent and the girls obviously will be too, so I need to get back to school and get practising more. I can get by on a day to day conversation basis but I’ve got a hell of a way to go. Its weird, some people I can chat away happily in Spanish to and other people, I just clam up and can’t even remember the basics…I guess its a confidence thing. And talking of confidence, I appear to have relocated my personality….its been MIA since I’ve had the girls. I don’t know if I had mild (not so mild, my ever patient husband would say) post natal depression or if it was just very stressful on a daily basis being alone with 2 babies and a demanding 7 year old whilst being away from family and friends but either way, whatever is was, the dark cloud thats been looming over my head for the past 20 months has pissed off and I’m officially back in the room!
So now my minds sorted and pilates will hopefully sort my body, lets deal with the old boat race….I received some Collagen Gold (its like a daily shot, drink shot of liquid collagen) in the post the other day, lovely surprise…basically its meant to increase your skin hydration and reduce wrinkles within a matter of weeks, so I’ll let you know how I get on….once I get past the shock of the packaging which says “40+” not quite there yet but not far off….ouch! Lately as I’m noticing more wrinkles on myself, I’ll see someone on tv and be thinking…ooo they look good. Then Vin will walk into the room and say “oh dear, she looks like a monster” So for the sake of my marriage, I think I’m going to have to grow old gracefully….which I’m obviously furious about. But it got me thinking, is it as bad not changing yourself for a man, as it is changing yourself for one?Anyhoo I definitely want to see a Dr regarding a (what can only be described as a) dent above my top lip, I’ve spoken to someone about it before and they’ve suggested putting some filler in it….but is that how it starts? A little bit here, a little bit there, before you know it, you’re Jackie Stallone or best case scenario unrecognisable a’la Renee….who in my opinion, doesn’t look so bad, just NOTHING like her….its a scary slippery slope that I’m not sure I want to get on. We shall see.
Getting excited for Halloween now. This year Caspar is with his Dad in London, which he loves, as no-one trick or treats in Ibiza….all the houses are miles apart, it’d take forever! So Vin and I are going to go to a Halloween party with some friends….I think we’re going as a Dracula and his bride. I’ve been to a charity shop and got myself an old bridal underskirt and veil which I’ll make into some sort of outfit. I’ll post some pics on my Instagram and Twitter and look forward to seeing your outfits too.
Right, I’m off to start obsessing about our Christmas trip to the Uk….cant wait. Although travelling and staying away with a 7 year old and 2 toddlers is bound to bring up some challenges….but I do love a challenge.
And if anyone needs me, I’ll be swigging from a bottle of collagen dreaming about Botox.
Kisses from me and mine xxxx