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)
People have commented on how much they like to read an honest post, so I have written another. It’s not designed to upset or conquer the world, it’s the reason I started blogging; to get my worries off my shoulders. This may disappear, I’m not 100% sure about posting it. I had a terrible week… Continue reading Owning up to needing help
…if you can call it that! We (the monster child) have been nappy free for a couple of weeks now. Fist bump the air in a Chandler style celebration, he’ll yeah! It’s not been an easy road to travel, also I understand from other parents stories probably a lot smoother than some! My boy has… Continue reading The flasher stage: advanced level potty training…
I write a lot about my little monster (because he’s so damn hilarious), I don’t tend to write so much about the monster that’s lurking in my head! This is probably because I know that there’s a chance people might know me and be reading. You see I’m quite a private person really, I’m not… Continue reading And breathe!
Well well well, what a blast we’ve had since I last whittled on about potty training! Sense the sarcasm? We’ve stepped it up a notch and went a whole week wearing pants – I’m on about the child by the way! Hooray! I hear you chime! Hold your horses, we’ve not cracked it just yet!… Continue reading Toilet training, intermediate level.