The title above is a quote from Dr Maya Angelou, and it goes a little way to helping relieve the guilt I feel over so many aspects of our parenting of The Princess in the first two years of her little life. But it doesn’t go as far as stopping me from desperately wanting to turn the clock back three and a bit years, to understand all that… Continue reading
Category Archives: The (Dummy) Mummy
For a long while now I have been reading and practicing (or trying to) gentle parenting. In the throes of sleep deprivation and one too many evenings of solo-parenting, I have to say I’m possibly fairly far removed from ‘gentle’, but for the most part I try to see the world through the eyes of my children. I am constantly learning, every day, how to be a more empathetic, calm… Continue reading
The Princess started school this week. School! She only just turned three! When she was born, The Boyfriend and I said that starting in nursery school at three seemed very young, and that we would probably just start her in reception class, as she would have only just turned four, which still seemed so very young. By the time she was eighteen months, we knew she would be more than… Continue reading
**Warning: This post contains sick-inducing schmaltz**
I just went up to The Princess for the second time since putting her to bed this evening. She was singing “Mummy Daddy” to the tune of ‘Frere Jacques’. It was lovely, but loud, and likely to wake her brother. Again. And then we had the following exchange:
Me: You need to try and settle down and sleep now baby, it’s late… Continue reading
Some days all the knowledge, all the things I have read and learned and continue to learn about parenting, get booted into a box, squished with a hefty thud, locked inside and kicked under the bed. Some days, my patience, my ability to listen, to understand, to reason, my ability to see the world through the eyes of my three-year and fifteen-month olds is totally over-powered by my need for… Continue reading
This is a sponsored post. I was paid a fee by New Look to write this post, although all words are my own.
Yesterday evening I had a catch up with my oldest friend – oldest as in the one I’ve known longest, not the one who has been on earth the longest. We don’t get to see each other nearly as much as we used to, or nearly… Continue reading
This is a sponsored post. I was paid a fee by Music Magpie to write this post, although all words are my own.
Last week The Boyfriend started a new job. Well, strictly it’s the same job, just working for the council instead of for a private company, and with a whole load of benefits that he never had before. As he didn’t get his rota until the day… Continue reading
This is a sponsored post. I was paid a fee by John Lewis to write this post, although all words are my own.
I have said it for a long time, but the house we are in is not one I like living in. We bought in a panic three years ago, and have regretted it ever since. It is time to get it sorted, get it… Continue reading
Blimey, it’s been a while since I showed my face round here, eh? I’ve been struggling to find the time to write my name, let alone a blog post, mainly because I’ve been busy enjoying this ridiculously glorious weather (which I can confirm is officially over as of this evening, having listened to the rain batter against the windows for almost four hours now).
So here’s how Dummy Mummy’s July has… Continue reading
I have just had possibly the most surreal few days of my life. The Princess had chicken pox last week, and in her usual style, she refused to give in to illness. She carried on like nothing was wrong, despite the thermometer telling us otherwise, not resting, not napping, not taking it at all easy. Then the coughing started. I say ‘coughing’, I mean barking, like a dog with a… Continue reading