I love the school holidays and never pretend any different, I like the lack of routine and that glorious feeling of ignoring the alarm clock, but more than the school holidays, I enjoy the extra-curricular activity holidays, for one precious week, I have my evenings back…
Continue reading “Half term shenanigans…”
The thing I find the most difficult about adulting is that I have to stick things out! I have no choice but to keep going, even when sometimes all I feel like doing is crawling back under those covers and shutting the world out!
Continue reading “Keep on keeping on…”
My instructions from Max when we moved here were very simple. Don’t make eye contact with anyone and keep your head down. You see Max knows I am that person. The one that can’t say no…
Continue reading “The dreaded PTFA…”
I don’t think there has been anything that has taken me back to my own childhood more, than standing in a playground, nervously looking around at all the other children and parents waiting for the gate to open on Esme’s first day of primary school.
Continue reading “Growing up and schooling…”
PMA! is the mantra I used to repeat to myself in the early stages of my second pregnancy, and inevitably my third, I tried so desperately hard to convince my constantly nauseated self, that, if I concentrated hard enough, I might be able to make the sickness go away.
Continue reading “Number Two…and 3!”
The first few weeks of Esme’s life passed in a bit of a blur. I was absolutely determined to persevere with breastfeeding, despite knowing deep down, that it wasn’t working. She wanted to feed constantly and had no routine.
Continue reading “Winging it…”
So in any other circumstance, after going through the equivalent of childbirth, you’d be ordered in to at least 6 weeks bed rest, feet up, no chores, you get the gist, yet in this case you are well and truly thrown in at the deep end.
Continue reading “Baby steps….”
Max came completely out of the blue. It was on the back end of a crappy few months and was on a night out with some girl friends away from home. The only thing I can really remember from that night is that he made me laugh and for some drunken reason I gave him my number, then left.
Continue reading “Beginnings”
Another frickin Mummy blogger, or at least having a go at it! I’ve thought about doing this for the last 12 years, however there suddenly seemed to be an influx of similarly minded people who actually arsed themselves to get on with it and, to be honest, they pretty much captured my thoughts between them and I didn’t really feel I had much more to be said! I’m not even that sure I do now, but its on my ‘list’, and as a role model to 3 girls, I feel I ought to give it a whirl!
Continue reading “So who the ‘eck am I?”
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