Exploring

Being an expat is all about exploring I think, or in the “Expatfamily’s” case getting lost. My neighbour & friends always recommend really cool places to us but we can never farking find them!! Take this weekend for instance a place called Onder de Platanen was recommended by our neighbour as we have been either travelling or  cleaning up after/ getting ready for visitors on our Saturday’s we decided to take LPV somewhere Fun!!

We loaded the car with a paraphernalia, got sort and then………………do have the address? No I thought you had it? I’ll get it off my iphone, this was a mistake of epic proportions. We drove for what seemed like hours, when “arrived at our destination” it was just some random dutch persons house, not an adventure playground with pancake house or farm!! The atmosphere in the car was becoming less family friendly and we were constantly getting told off by dutch bikers. It was the wrong day for me to have started my “I’m detoxing by drinking loads of water” phase. Bursting for a pee we managed to find the right address but then had to drive at least 40mins back. At this point LPV had got totally fed and gone to sleep and I was like a spitting cobra in pain as my bladder was about to burst. Anyone who has had a fetus use you bladder as a trampoline for 9 months will know how difficult it is to hold it in these days.

Any hoo we found it eventually (it being about a 20minute cycle from our house) diving out of the car while it was still practically moving I ran on to the loo. Normal nice mammy personality was  recommenced and we had a lovely time.

There were cows, lambs goats and bunnies for the children to pet, some chickens and pigs also. Of course LPV was only interested in going the opposite direction of where you wanted him to go but still it was fun. The playground was in sand so it was nice and safe and we sat and had a picnic whilst LPV held up the queue trying to decide if he actually wanted to go down the slide or not. *dutch children are not the most patient and obviously haven’t heard about taking it in turns* 

The best part!!! It’s all free, the one thing I will say about living here is that it’s really catered for families, most suburbs have a petting zoo of some sort, and there is a playground on every 3rd street.

 

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Forgetting important dates

*Bows head in shame* I”ve done it, I’ve forgotten our anniversary!! We’ve been together for a year and you’ve got me through a really tough period, I don’t know how I could have forgotten. I’m so sorry my dear lovely blog……………………..HAPPY BLOGAVERSARY!! That’s right peep’s it was one year on the 15th Jan that I started talking utter s**te to you lovely readers out there. I can not believe I forgot but in my defence the shizzle be crazy here at the moment.

It got me thinking, what a year this has been for me & LPV how much we’ve changed, how much I’ve changed. I remember it well, stood in my kitchen, expatdaddy’s first day back at work after a great christmas at home and I drop it on the poor bugger “I wanna end it, your better off without me”. Expatdaddy coming home to find me lying on the rug crying with LPV sat next to me, midwife demanding I come to the surgery, the pills to stop me going  crazy and the pills to take when it’s too late, flip out in progress. These emotions are still raw, the guilt of ruining those early days with LPV will always be there. Why wasn’t I a happy Mammy, why did I feel like when I had everything I could ever wished for. I know now, looking back, I’d been through alot I was sick, I wasn’t choosing to feel that way, it’s not my choice to of had those feelings or to still be taken tablets. It was my choice however to do something for myself, something other than crying on my friends, something other than the pills, something that I could turn too to send these feeling out into a void never to be seen again.

Truth be told the blog has helped beyond belief, I not saying by any means it cured me or that I am cured for that matter, there are still moments of darkness but telling it out loud helps, it helps me. I’m pretty sure some loved ones who read become worried, it’s not nice to read but I’m getting those feeling & thought out of my head and for a split second the light goes on again. there has been discussion on the Black Dog Tribe weather sharing helps with depression and I truly believe it does.

In the year that’s past, I’ve picked myself up, met and spent time with some of the most amazing friends I will ever have, celebrated MY OWN SONS 1st birthday(this will always amazing me, I’m a mother), up routed myself again, Oh and gone to see Westlife!! Life has been harder recently but I’m proud to say that I’m dealing with it, ok maybe not as well as others would but for me I’m f**king brilliant. We have a an amazing house, I can feel its homeliness, for once I can say that we have nice neighbours, OK no ones come round with a casserole yet, *checks out the window for Madge Bishop again* but I am actually going next door for coffee tomorrow and dudes I’m excited!! I do feel more relaxed here in the Dam, No it doesn’t have anything to do with “coffee shops”, the green is inspiring me to walk everywhere, I actually went to the petting Zoo and it was open. For the first time in ages, I’m beginning to feel more positive, please god may it last.xxx

 

Del boy steals a sheep!!

To today we started again on the making friends front, I do have to say it does get a wee bit easier the 2nd time round………*cough nervously and looks sheepish* Ok you can obviously tell I’m lying through my teeth,  this morning  there was full on flapping and nausea about going to playgroup. Expat daddy very kindly dropped us off as I’m sure left to our devices and my map reading I would probably be in Germany by now (more sausages I guess tho).

Safe to say we had a blast everyone was really friendly and spoke english thankfully, as I didn’t want to embarrass myself with a “Mange tout Rodney, Mange tout” situation but hey considering were in Holland my french is pretty good. I’m glad we have this as a regular thing to do each week and I think LPV & me will really benefit from it.

Tomorrow we are meeting some more friends and going to that f**king petting zoo again, don’t get me wrong I’m really looking forward to it but that bloody zoo has been the bane of my life lately so if it isn’t open I’m bringing a bag for life and I’m going steal me a sheep for the garden!!