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Soft Play and Suicide

Today I went to a 6th birthday party. The Princess and The Pea demanded their shoes be removed before piling straight into the soft play, The Husband and I drank coffee and took the rare opportunity to actually talk to fellow parents from school, rather than shout a hasty “Hi how are you?” whilst running across the playground and delivering children to the school door 30 seconds before it closes… Continue reading

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It’s A Family Affair

I have been quiet on here of late. The Boyfriend is no longer my boyfriend. He is my husband. The Husband. And a wonderful husband, at that.

We had a very intimate, totally DIY wedding, which has taken months of prepping, despite its low-key, casual vibe. 21 guests came to celebrate with us (it was almost 18 guests as the best man is in the Royal Navy and very… Continue reading


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Moving House, Getting Hooked, Getting Hitched

It’s been a busy few weeks, so busy I’ve found no time to write this poor, neglected little blog. Sorry blog. First, we moved in with my parents. De-cluttering, packing, emptying and cleaning a house is about a hundred times more stressful with kids than when single. I moved 17 (ish, maybe more) times pre-children and it bothered me not one bit. This time? I’d like to say… Continue reading


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Time To Move On

We are moving house. Almost four years after making a very rash decision to buy the house I have never fully settled in, it is sold and we are packing up. It sounds more final and exciting than it actually is. It would really be more accurate to say we have sold our house, and just leave it at that, because we haven’t found our next home yet. My deluded… Continue reading


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When You Know Better, You Do Better

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

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When Love Walks Away

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


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A Schoolgirl, A Baby, and A Mama

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


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Pillow Talk

**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


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When Slippers are the Only Answer

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

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Old Friends

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

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