Night Time – The Redeemer

Night time. The redeemer. My children are finally asleep and in the soft space between their slowed breath, I can love them without reserve. Without annoyance, irritation, anger, frustration or barely contained rage. Without the demands to hurry up or quieten down. Just the rise and fall of their little chests, the sweet resignation of their faces to sleep. In these quiet moments, in the stillness, by the soft light of a nightlight plugged into the wall, I lean in and whisper in their ears, “Mummy loves you so much. You are so precious to me.” Apparently there is no truth to sleep-learning –  you won’t wake knowing a new language if you listen to a recording in French each night while you slumber. And yet I whisper my love, needing desperately to believe that no matter the shouting and upset that went on that day, I hope they will… View Post

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My Parenting Little White Lies

With parenthood, I’ve found myself to be in several situations where I have to stretch the truth to really get the point across. E getting too smart to fall for most of it but I will still use them on both the children as long as I can, Your teeth will fall out – So, your teeth can fall out if you don’t take care of them obviously. However I make it sound more urgent.  When sweet stuff has been eaten and I am telling them that we have to clean their teeth really well or their teeth will fall out. Yes, I love your singing – My daughter can sing but there are occasions when it’s a form of torture and I think make it stop while putting my finger in my ear. Then she’ll ask me if she liked her song I simply reply ‘yes sweetie, it was beautiful’. I don’t have anything… View Post

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No longer Supermum

  Remember being a first-time mum? You were hell bent on doing ‘the right thing’ by your child. Often this meant altering your lifestyle to make sure they drank, ate, slept when they were ‘supposed to’. I was one of these mum’s who would schedule my day around nap time to make sure No.1 slept. It did help as No.1 is a great sleeper. Things have changed dramatically as I’ve ventured longer into motherhood. I have become WAY more relaxed. Perhaps in some cases a little to casual to those looking in from the outside. But it’s a coping mechanism I think, and a bloody good one. Here’s a few things I have become more relaxed about: Food I used to peel, slice or dice an apple before giving to my babies. Now I hand them an entire apple, it keeps them amused for longer. If they don’t eat, I don’t care.… View Post

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Things I Struggle To Do Now I Am A Mum

Being a mum is a great job, honestly it really is. However it comes with its challenges and sometimes every day normal things seem impossible. Here are several thing that I struggle to do now that I have children. Speaking to anyone on the phone. It is not possible to hear a word or follow the conversation with your one year old asking making a lot of noise and trying to get hold of the phone. Face Time is even worse, he likes to take the phone and walk round the room with it. Going to the toilet alone. Even if you close the door, the one year old will open it so both he and the five year old can join you, maybe even perform a song or dance. Sleeping with all the lights in the house off. Night lights seem to light up the upstairs of the house. Maintaining nicely… View Post

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Playground Behaviour

I remember my school days quite clearly, despite it being so many years ago. I have so many fond memories of school but also some not so pleasant ones. Picture it, frizzy hair, buck teeth and glasses. I was the perfect victim for a bully. The name calling became annoying, things like ‘specky four eyes’, ‘goofy’ and many others. I never really let it get to me, but it obviously did because I remember it so well. What I did notice about bullies is they were rarely alone, always with a group of mates. Almost like they were showing off to their friends. As a look at me, aren’t I ‘hard’, I am Mr/miss popular. Looking back at it all I realise that it was seldom the case, these people wanted to look great and might even believed they were so much better than me, but they wasn’t. The bullying comments… View Post

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