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Turning A Corner

I realise what I am about to write will probably be my undoing, I am fairly convinced it will jinx things so much that I will never sleep more than an hour at a time ever, ever again. But here goes.

After 21 months of breastfeeding Pea to sleep, after 21 months of him only sleeping when next to someone, preferably me, preferably with milk, and after not quite… Continue reading

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My Morning Misery

I’ve never been a morning person.  I have been a life-long fan of sleep and staying in bed.  As a child, while friends would rise at dawn, I could happily snooze the entire morning away.  As a grown-up (allegedly), add in boozy nights, long working days, on-call shifts, and getting up time would very often coincide with Countdown.

My children have not inherited my love for lying in.  The… Continue reading


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Sleeping With a Princess

Yesterday I napped with my two-and-a-half year old daughter.  We haven’t bedshared (successfully) in almost two years.  For the first seven and a half months of her feisty little life, we co-‘slept’ – we both got about twenty minutes of sleep during that whole seven and a half month period.  The Princess hated sleep, and me lying next to her in bed provided the perfect distraction from sleep; there was… Continue reading

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Family Time and a Very Red Face

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


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Bye Bye Baby

The Baby is definitely no longer a baby.  Obviously, I’ve known this for a long time, I’ve just been in denial.  How can my baby girl be a little girl already?  But with an actual baby being around for almost a month now, there is definitely no denying it; she is a Proper Little Girl.  And so to that end The Baby can no longer be known as The Baby. … Continue reading


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The Terrible Not Yet Twos

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


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When the Battle is Lost

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


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This week has been rather eventful.  There has been a lot going on, from strikes to sick babies to St Nicholas.

On Wednesday I joined the local rally protesting about the quite frankly horrendous proposals the government are making regarding public sector pensions.  It was small in comparison to many other rallies, but it was still amazing to see people turn up and make themselves heard, particularly when there… Continue reading


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A True-to-Life Fairytale (with a made-up ending)

Once upon a time there was a little girl with very curly hair and big blue eyes.  The little girl, despite her tender age, had very discerning tastes and an extremely strong mind; she knew exactly what she wanted and nothing could distract her.

Although the little girl had always been able to communicate her needs very well (screaming and kicking nearly always did the trick), once able to… Continue reading


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363 days ago I was in tears.  They were tears of frustration, of despair, and of fear.  I was due to be induced.  The Baby was late.  She had made herself far too comfortable and didn’t want to move (sadly, this was not a sign of things to come). 

I, however, was far from comfy.  I… Continue reading


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