I have thought long and hard about whether to write this post.
Life has changed so much since I started blogging, I paid off all my debts and started putting money into savings. Today they stand healthily in the £1000s. My only debt is a mortgage.
Life has reached a level of normality. The Chap and I live quietly at Southfork both of us saving. He spends his weekends doing up the house as we would like to have it on the market in 12 months and move somewhere bigger and detached. We will stay local as work is going well for us.
He has recently had a promotion, whilst I had my 12 month review (Lordy! 12 months since i left , my god awful previous employment - can you believe it?) which went very well and has led to a nice bonus payment which went straight into premium bonds as I am currently winning more than I get on the ISA.
I have said before that TC is intrinsically a saver and puts away more each month than I take home.
The cats are all grown up at 2 years old and lazy ass teenagers, eating too much, staying in bed until lunchtime and generally being a delightful nuisance.
So life has quietened down. No debts to service, but I am still committed to living a cheaper life, though in all honesty I am never going to be a Frugal Queen or Mean Queen as TC would never eat their delicious looking fare. He wants meat and more expensive food. Quite frankly I feel he deserves it too, often working over 80 hours a week and still at it over the weekends. We are far from poor, and can afford to spend on the household budget. However, I do get whatever I can from Aldi.Why should I pay more?
We are very happy together withy only the odd disagreement, never about the big stuff.
So what do I have to write about? What could possibly interest you Dear Visitor? We are healthy, relatively wealthy and strive to be wise.
Little to catch the eye of the world looking for a few minutes respite from life.
And here is where I stumble. Life is not perfect and we have both reached a point where it is time for a change.
This was started 12 months ago when I left my position in sales over an hour away and downsized to an Administrative role, walking distance from home.
Because we both wanted a family.
We started trying 4 months ago and no luck. I am 38 years old and he is 42 years old, so I never expected it to be a quick and easy process. In all honesty I am not even that optimistic I will ever have a child. Time is against us. I believe I would be classed as a geriatric monther.
It seems a shame that as we met late in life, it has an impact on whether we can have our own family.We did not put off a child bearing due to financial reasons or wanting a career first, we just never met anyone we wanted to settle down with before.
Life is sad, read the papers and that is apparent on every page especially during these turbulent times.
But, I cannot help feel depressed every month when it becomes apparent once again I am not becoming a mother anytime soon.
"Relax!", many will cry. "It will happen!, but age is against us and that makes me sad.