Firstly I’m not a fan of a ‘how to…’ blog post. So if you are as crazy as me and have decided to get married in 2 months time you aren’t going to find a step by step guide here! You see, my wedding hasn’t progressed off my Pinterest board. Does planning and pinning count… Continue reading What happens when you have 2 months to plan a wedding 🙈
What’s unusual about three young ladies going abroad for a mini break? Nothing right? That’s what small groups of friends do, leave the country and have fun? Right? Well, two friends and myself decided to book a little get away before Christmas. We deserved a treat. After all the three of us have had absolutely… Continue reading When anxiety and depression (x3) went on holiday.
Now I think Grandparents are a super valuable member of the family, but sometimes I think they are aging my toddler by about 90 years! I think my monster is definitely showing signs of the Grandparents effect. The terror is lucky enough to spend a whole day every week running riot in Grandma and Grandads… Continue reading The grandparents effect
I still describe my little monster as a toddler and this feels hugely wrong; he doesn’t toddle! He is fully capable of normal upright non falling over walking right now. He’s a proper pigmy version of a teenage boy, answers me back, willy obsessed, has a ‘girlfriend’, would rather be out on his scooter than… Continue reading When do they exit the toddler stage?
I’d like to own up to a bit of a situation I have going on here. I have Mummy Envy. It takes me a few hours after nursery drop off to stop thinking “oh I wish I was her!”. Normally triggered by the mummy with the full face of make up and swanky car, obviously… Continue reading Mummy Envy…Nursery
Oh yes, my monster child has gained another essential life long man skill. He would rather endure a punishment than do anything I ask him to do. I can see him sneaking off the the man cave when his future wife/husband (gotta ensure I’m being inclusive!) asks him to take out the rubbish. Where… Continue reading Help me! He’s learnt to shun responsibility!
So I had a date in my diary for going out out. A proper grown up night out on the tiles, alcohol and heels, pre arranged auntie to monster sit, painted my nails and bought cheap jewellery and EVERYTHING! Perfecto! Monster in bed, make up on my face, hair spray in my hair, high heels… Continue reading I went out out, it was pants. Social life + anxiety = shit (not literally)