I’m so delighted to share this account of lockdown life from my lovely friend Vicki who is a mum to a 2 year old (‘E’), a wife (to ‘T’) and a secondary school teacher. Yikes. The juggle is real. —————————————— ‘Find a new hobby; learn something new’. Pah. Ok then. How about we just focus on getting through this s**t one day at a time.…
Not the disapproving ones you might read about in books or see in films. Not simply the ones with eyes misty in love. But the room temperature checkers, the comfort toy locators, the ‘are they about to tumble’ surveyors, the ingredients stock checkers, the time keepers, the weather gaugers, the rear view mirror performers, the bath water height measurers, the rash investigators, the ‘are they…
So, maybe I’ve mentioned it before? Once or twice? Ok, possibly 1,367 times; my husband has a job that sees him travel a fair bit. Sometimes long haul, sometimes closer to home. Things get plonked in his diary, sometimes at short notice. And thank goodness, as those things have single handedly paid the bills for much longer than expected given our baby needed heart surgery…
10.13am I’m sitting at a table for one in a kitchen cafe attached to a garden centre. Yes, that’s right people. A garden centre. It’s Friday and I have brought myself out for brunch. The table I am at is looking out on to fields. There’s a reserved sign in front of me for someone else to nab this spot from 12.45. So I’ll just…
I’ve been asked a few times to write a blog on this subject so behold everyone, here ‘tis. I get nervous hitting publish on things like this though as I fear I’m adding to the quagmire of ALLLL the opinion that mums face about the choices they make for their little ones. Because amongst all the opinion we can cloud over and sometimes fail to…
I can’t find time to: shower / clean the house / put the washing away / cook healthy meals / eat / drink / food shop / tend to my relationship / rest / sleep That mum over there is: still breastfeeding / so slim so quickly / fresh faced/ coping / reading a book while her baby naps / brave / nailing it That…
I remember the time my first nephew was born. I was at uni so was around 20 years old. I wore desert boots and caps. And I was prepping a hamper FULL of goodies. I went to HARRODS for Pete’s sake and got some designer bits for the little mite. Plus cuddly toys and booties. Looking back now, I’m not entirely sure a Christian Dior…
I’ll save you the bother of reading the whole thing if you’re in a rush; A SHIT TON. Bye bye mummy’s overnight case. That now belongs to the small person. For the longer version and perhaps some tips, read on. Earlier in the month hubs and I ventured our first weekend away with our baby, 3.5 months old. The primary destination was Margate…
So I did not imagine that during the first bath for 4 months (pre baby) I would be mentally jotting notes in my brain about a blog post. But I felt overwhelmed with emotion. Through the glorious steamy scent of Neom Organics that a pal had kindly bought for me, I looked down at my body in the water and all I could think of…
1.30am Baby is wriggling and writhing around. It’s been like this for 2 nights now around this time. Reflux? Colic? Who knows. I think colic, trapped wind. I assume she’s hungry too so I prepare to check her nappy by going to the bathroom and running some warm water in preparation for cleaning her bits with cotton wool. Yep I’m still using cotton wool at…
