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… 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… 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… 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.… 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… View Post

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