The Aftermath

It’s been a long, long day there’s a pounding in my head,  My body’s screaming tired, pleading for my bed. Around me there is chaos, washing and abandoned socks; A collection of stuffed animals, Badger, Bunny, Hippo, Fox. An online shop, appointments, bills needing to be paid. A “To Do” list that grows out of…

There’s a rat in the kitchen . . . and a shit storm approaching. 

Quite literally!  Friday late afternoon, children are irritable and hangry having just been woken from falling asleep in the car. Knocking on 6pm I was hurriedly trying to scrape together a pasta dinner in hope that for perhaps a mere 10mins it might fill them up and stop them pestering me for snacks. They are…

Rubber ducks and exercise for manic mums. 

(Have a read or scroll to the bottom for a PT approved kids bath time workout)  Finding much time to exercise when you have young kids is virtually impossible. When on maternity leave I found myself trying to walk everywhere. Living on a hill definitely helped. By the time you get into town and push…

Part time control freak

Wondering why I have taken a picture of my phone screen? Or kicking off with OMG’s!!  Which camp are you in? Yes this is actually my phone, some of you will be beside yourselves right now and not dealing well with the multitude of red dots, let alone what is actually 46,839 unopened emails bottom right, lurking…

I have a little sidekick . . . 

I have a little sidekick, she accompanies me everywhere; The shops, the cafe, the bathroom, she watches me wash my hair. If I eat she wants it, she will not hesitate to rob, Snatching swiftly from my hand and stuffing it in her gob. She leans in with interest, when I put on make up or…

Flying with kids: Tips for non parents

Punching people in the face is not my normal behaviour, I’m usually pretty restrained and public violence is generally frowned upon, especially in front of your kids. Sometimes people just push your buttons, you see red and you have to use all your mental strength not to sink to their level and mirror their behaviour….

Farewell to my cleavage 

   This week I have been surrounded by boobs, tits and cleavage. From talk of an ex colleague shaking her ample assets as a burlesque dancer, Belinda’s plunging pair, gagging to escape, in “My Dad Wrote a Porno”, (that many people keep mentioning it, I thought I’d give it a go,) to the incredible beach…

What people fail to mention about a new baby . . . (In rhyme)

High on hundreds & thousands, embarrassed by the amount of toys in our playroom and hoping I don’t have to go near a cake pop for quite some time, I have finally come out of the fog of Christmas, a 1st and 4th birthday, and numerous party celebrations. Yes two kids born in Jan was…