Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 241 – Exhausted


On an exhausted field, only weeds grow

Henryk Sienkiewicz

Yeah, thanks, Spidey, for likening me to a field…

But, honestly, that is how I feel at the moment.

You all know that I have stepped back from posting regularly because I mentioned being rather tired. I felt that a little mental break would help.

I had submitted my manuscript to a publisher and used that six weeks of waiting to step back from that creativity too.

Unfortunatley, I can’t step away from motherhood, or my day job of being a teacher, but even there, I have tried not to stay later than I have to at school. Usually, I’m in from 7.45am, and I leave betweek 5-5.30pm.

As for home, I have skimped on wheat I can, ironing as and when I need to, keeping the hosue clean and tidy, but not pushing myself too much, and sleeping earlier.

But it hasn’t really made a huge amount of difference.

Take yesterday. I had a littel cat nap in the afternoon, except when I woke up, I realised I had slept for 3 hours! And I could have stayed asleep for longer.


That is how I feel.

Adn I know I can’t give my best in this state.

I have called the doctor and made an appointment, but the earliest I could get was in NOVEMBER! I hope that I can ring in during the half term and see him earlier. Maybe it’s a vitamin deficiency, or something else.

Whatever it is, I need to get it sorted. I can’t exist like this.

I have a book to get out there. I have a class to teach. I have two children who need encouragement. I have a husband who needs his wife by his side. I have a family who want me to be the best me I can be. I have friends I don’t want to miss out on seeing…

So… tell me, what suggestions do you have for lessening this exhaustion?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps  And enjoy your week! ❤ 

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 240 – Origins


I don’t know where I come from but I’m here now so deal with it.

Gary Busey

Strange quote to start with, but Spidey was adamant that I write about this today.

A while back a fellow blogger and reader of my blog, Eloise, asked me where Spidey’s Serene Sundays started, and when I told her, she said I should blog about the origins of the feature, as many who weren’t following me at the start would be intrigued.

I mean, Spidey’s not necessarily known for being ‘serene’. Stealthy, maybe, but not really serene.

So, I thought, since I’m on a bit of a blogging break, I’d give Spidey a break too, and tap a few words out telling you his story.

Spidey and I go back a decade, and it’s not because I’m a huge Marvel or superhero fan, but because of my son, Lil Man, and his early obsession wiith the above-mentioned webtastic dude.

Lil Man really was obsessed. It’s not an exaggeration to use the term obsessed to describe his love of Spiderman. For about four or five years, everything had to be all about Spidey in our household.

I’m not even sure where the obsession started. Was it when he sat with his Dad, watching one of the movies? I’m pretty sure he didn’t watch the cartoons initially.

Who knows? But however it started, it continued to the extent that all his clothes had to have something Spidey orientated about them, from T-Shirts to underpants, nightwear, swimwear to hats and coats. Even shoes! And then there was the backpacks, and a min scateboard.

Lil Man slowly amassed a HUGE collection of various figurines and toys of Spidey in various forms, and the villains too; big, small, Lego versions.

He even had Spidey to help him begin reading, with Spiderman Early Reader books, and I even found letter and number formation Spiderman books, as he was totally uninterested in mark making, but these books put his interest square in the middle of his learning!

He played Spiderman games, and even had me up at silly hours of the night to try and help him overcome stages he was stuck at! I would battle the iPad games and Hubby Dearest was tasked with helping to complete Playstation ones!

As I mentioned before, I’m really not into these superhero things, but I have watched the first three Toby Macguire Spiderman films umpteen times, and boy was this lad excited when the release of one Spidey film fell on his birthday weekend, and it was a 12A which meant that even though he wasn’t 12, with our approval and accompaniment, he could watch the film at the cinema! I even found DVD’s of some of the original cartoons for him, and he has a couple of original comics too, thanks to friends who knew of his penchant for all things Spiderman.

Heck, one day I opened my email to find my ‘bid’ for a life size bust of Spidey had been accepted… except I hadn’t even seen the auction. Guess who had though? And guess which silly mummy had forgotten that her Ebay account was permanently logged in on her iPad, that said someone used regularly? And at £200, that was an expensive mistake that I made sure I didn’t make again! (No, I don’t have the bust because, thankfully, the seller was understanding when I explained that my Spidey crazy child had placed the bid without my knowledge or consent!)

Lil Man loved to play the Punjabi dhol drum, and at one time said his dream job would be to be the first Dhol Playing Spiderman, as he dressed in one of his numerous Spidey costumes, and played his drum. Actually, he even had a blue and red traditional costume that was made for him, that made him rather Spidey-like!

And for about 4 years, every World Book Day, I didn’t have to be creative, because he HAD to go as Spiderman!

Now, how does all this translate to the beginnings of Spidey’s Serene Sunday?

Well, not long after I had started the blog, Lil Man was still quite enamoured of the man in red and blue, so the toy figures were scattered around the house. There were tons in his room, and plenty scattered around the living room, and in various nooks and crannies.

Sometimes Spidey and friends would accompany him in the bath, if he was having a splash around too.

And one Sunday morning, I entered the bathroom and found Spidey on the windowsill, in the position you see in the Spidey image above. I know his fingers are in the position they are for his web slinging, but, if you ask my Pops, he’ll tell you they are also in quite a yogic position, relating to reflexology.

So, sitting there, in his own quiet metidation, he really did look rather serene, and I had to take a photo.

And as it was Sunday, Spidey’s Serene Sunday was born!

After that, every Sunday, Spidey inspired me to find a quote that either would motivate others, or encompassed something I was dealing with at the time, to discuss with my readers.

And as you can see from the number of weeks we have been Spidey-ing on Sundays, (240!) it is around four and a half years that he has graced my blog on a Sunday.


So, there you have it. The origins of Spidey’s Serene Sundays!

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps.  And enjoy your week! ❤ 

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 239 – Tired


Sustained exhaustion is not a rite of passage. It’s a mark of stupidity.

Jason Fried

Yup, I gotta agree Spidey.

I’ve been fighting this for a while now. The tiredness.

And yet, the last few years, I have worked through it.

Burning the candle at both ends, so to speak, has not been uncommon in my life the last few years. I’m up at 6, pottering, getting lunches ready, tidying the kitchen, having a cup of tea, before being at school for 7.45am, until 5 – 5.30pm.

Every September, the beginning of the school year will weave a web of exhaustion around me, yet I still get home, do my motherly chores after a busy day teaching, keep house as I want to, write, or blog, then read myself to sleep.

Yet this year, it’s different.

I am really happy at school.

The excitement of my new class has kept me going, and though there are some hard children to deal with, I have a lovely bunch, my Beauts, as I have christened them, yet I still keep getting asked “What’s the matter?” or “You looke stressed.” and when I answer that everything is fine, I get the question back, “Are you sure?”

And the truth of the matter is, I really am fine.

I love my job, my family life is wonderful.

I’m just dog tired.

So much so, that I get home and once I finally sit down, I find myself falling asleep almost straight away.

Now you know me, one to read 15-20 books in a month, despite all the rest of the stuff I do, but this month, I am still reading, yet moments after starting, I find I have fallen asleep, and I wake an hour later, realising the kids are still awake, and I am lying on my bed, fully dressed, Kindle now asleep too.

My brain is not running at full right now.

I am running low on creativity.

So I decided that I need to take one element of pressure off myself.

I stopped blogging challenges.

And that has been strange. I am used to writing stories or flash fiction every day, more or less, for years. But I really just couldn’t do it.

So that is why you haven’t seen my name pinging up in your Reader, or inbox as much this last week.

And I don’t know how much longer, but I need to stay on this break for a while, I think.

I’m okay, though. Don’t worry about me. I might just visit the doctor about the extreme tiredness, but I just need to rest my brain a little for a while.

Don’t worry. I shan’t stay away totally.

Spidey won’t stay silent, and I’ll stillpsot my Chai and a Chat catch ups, and I’ll still be reading your posts!

Until I feel creatively full, my Peeps!


Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 238 – Friends


“A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.”

Bernard Meltzer

Cool quote Spidey!

I went out with some great friends on Friday night.

I don’t have the Buzz to my Woody here, locally. My BFF for the last 25 ish years… but I have a group of wonderful friends locally, The Tootie Frooties, and one of those is my other BFF.

We look out for each other, we laugh, we laugh together, and because our children are friends, we lookout for each others kids too.

We went to a comedy night, had a few drinks and ran late at the comedy night, but went for a quick meal afterwards. It was such a fun night, much needed after a long time without meeting up, sans kids!

My jaw ached the next day from laughing so much, not just from the comedy, but from our own laughs before and after. That is friendship.

And I know, that with them, I can be myself, without anyone having major expectations of me. They know the Ritu they see is the Real Ritu. And I’m not perfect. None of us are. But we are us. And we love each other as we are.

Those are the friendships worth having ❤

So… tell me, how often spend time with your real friends?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps  And enjoy your week! ❤ 

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 237 – Me


The things that make me different are the things that make me.

Winnie The Pooh

Gotta love a bit of Pooh Tao, thanks Spidey!

Go on, hands up. Who is guilty of thinking they need to be ‘like’ others to be accepted?

Thinking a certain way, wearing particular clothes, listening to the ‘in’ music, watching the films everyone is raving about… that kind of thing?

Why do we always want to be keeping up with the Joneses? Why can’t we just be ourselves, and why do you think the world won’t accept you as you are?

As a child I was always different from my school peers. There weren’t many Indian girls in my school. I was never singled out because of it, but where they were horseriding and having piano lessons at the weekends, I was going to family weddings and attempting to learn how to read and write my home language, Punjabi (I failed… can speak and understanding fluently, but the reading/writing? Nope!)

We grew up together and as the others were worrying about prospective boyfriends and dates for the ball we had at 15, then discussing the late night bars they began to frequent, and clubs, I was still there, enjoying the music they listened to, and joining in with their chats about crushes on teeny bopper pop idols, and our own real life crushes, but I was also still busy every weekend with my family (it’s huge, there are neverending lists of events and functions to attend, even now!)

It didn’t single me out in a negative way, my friends just knew I wouldn’t be turning up at the non uniform day in a miniskirt and cropped top, despite it being the fashion. I’d be wearing whatever sensible clothes my mum thought were best.

Because that was me. Ratty. Yes, that was my nickname at school. Not because I was bad tempered or anything, but because my full first name is Ratinder, and we watched The Wind In The Willows one day and the character Ratty came up… and so I was christened. One of my oldest school friends still calls me Ratty, over thirty years later!

As I hit university, I admit, I went through the whole fitting in thing. I wore the clothes everyone else did, went to all the clubs, drank all the drinks, and skipped the lectures… but it took me a while to realise that that wasn’t really me.

In all honesty, it took me a good twenty more years to find ‘me’.

Yes I was always, and will always be Ritu the Daughter, Ritu the Sister, Ritu the Wife, Ritu the Daughter-in-Law, Ritu the Mother, Ritu the Colleague, Ritu the Uni friend, Ratty the school mate.

But I no longer conform to what others may expect. I will wear what I want and feel comfortable in. I will eat what I fancy. I will go where I feel a pull to attend, not be forced to go to events that are a drain on my soul. I will laugh. I will cry. I will write. I will read. I will do everything that I enjoy. That makes me, me.

I won’t be a stereotype.

I will be me.

So… tell me, when did you realise it is okay to be YOU?

Have a peaceful Sunday Peeps  And enjoy your week! ❤ 

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