Do you remember this?
Arrrr me hearties…
And this eye-watering tale?
Well it happened again. Same bed, same eye, flailing arms of a different child. At ten-thirty last night, when I couldn’t open my eye and I felt like the Pea shaped offender had left his finger in my eye, I… Continue reading
Our weekend started at 4.30pm yesterday (Thursday) afternoon. Saturdays and Sundays mean little to our family; I’m on maternity leave from work (and therefore every day is a weekend, right?) and The Boyfriend works a six-day rota, meaning his weekends don’t often fall on a Saturday and Sunday. Today we decided that lunch out would be a nice way of spending time together as a family, enjoying each other’s company… Continue reading
Today has been, well let’s just say difficult. I’m trying to be polite. All day The Baby has flipped in a bi-polar-esque fashion from being cuddly and not wanting to leave mummy’s side, to slapping, kicking, pinching, suffering selective hearing, scowling and screaming, and suddenly back again. It’s been exhausting just trying to keep up with her mood swings, and even more exhausting traipsing from whichever room we were in… Continue reading
There are times when I struggle as a mum. I know, shocker, right? I always keep my struggles so well hidden. OK, so there are lots of times when I struggle as a mum. The biggest struggle these days is the internal debate as to whether what I am saying to The Baby, what I am teaching her and the values I am trying to instill in her, are the right… Continue reading
So here we are again. In two days we will be travelling on holiday. And again I’m apprehensive.
I have packing down to a fine art now; having had odd weekends and one week away on holiday with The Baby, I now know exactly what we need and what we can leave behind. I also know a few tricks that will… Continue reading
Forgive me if I’m wrong, but don’t the Terrible Twos start at…well, two?? Aren’t the months leading up to this supposedly devilish age meant to be a little easier? The calm before the storm, so to speak? The Baby, I fear, is rather advanced. I have tantrums and battles (and I’m not even including those that are sleep-related) with her each and every day, today being no exception. Don’t get… Continue reading