I’ve hit the school holidays wall

School Holidays; Day eighteen. This was how long it took for me to hit the wall. Truthfully, they were beginning to annoy me by lunchtime on Day 6. But it wasn’t until Day Eighteen that drinking from a bathtub of vodka with a straw began to seem like a good idea. I want to be a mother. I love my children. Why is this happening to me? And I know I’ve beat this drum before but my parents didn’t spend entire school holidays entertaining me, why the hell are my kids demanding it? Am I the only one who doesn’t want to play find the chalk circle amongst all the other chalk drawings on the garden pavement? The days are a long, they feel like groundhog day: Mummy!  Want! Need! Can I have! Me!  Meeeeeeeeee! Ok, it’s not as bad as that but it feels like it at time’s. I know,… 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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An Early Start To The Day

  I was up early. Not by choice, I’ll admit. But this time, I didn’t lie in bed clicking my heels together, whispering, “There’s no place like home” and just praying that ‘home’ was anywhere but where both children thought 6.30am was a good time to start the day. No, on this morning, J barely got out one, “whingy I’m hungry cry!” before I was up and at ’em. Later, I glanced at the clock. 7.45am. I looked around me. Both children fed and dressed for the day, now quietly entertaining themselves on kitchen floor. Me showered and ready for the day and now in the kitchen cleaning up. It has to be said I was feeling like a particularly clever specimen at this moment. I smiled to myself as I glanced over at my delightful children. I continued to smile as I noted how we were well on track and… 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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Motherhood: 10 Reasons To Love It

1. Little Faces You make a little person and then you just stare at them. Endlessly. Stare at that little face that is so familiar and also, the face of someone you are just meeting. You marvel at genetics and how they have manifested themselves in this little person. The more kids you have, the more you marvel. And stare. And ultimately, ignore the vacuuming because of. 2. Little Arms Thrown around my neck, encircling my waist, I can not get enough of the sensation of my children’s arms around me. 3. Little Bums Is there anything better than a baby’s bare bum? Read by the wrong eyes, these words are corruptible but I trust that other mothers know what I mean when I say that cuddling your tiny babe is never better than when they’re nude. Holding that little body close, the smell of that glorious skin, cradling that… View Post

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