Tag: motherhood

Promises to my sons

I will lose my shit and yell at you. I will lose my cool and fly off the rails. It’s what I do. I will swear repeatedly, and I don’t fucking care if you swear, as long as you grow up to care about… Continue Reading “Promises to my sons”

Now you are two

Most days the only thing that holds me together is you. You are my breaking point and my glue. For you the world must seem so shiny, bright and new. At only two you still have your whole life in front of you. As… Continue Reading “Now you are two”

Life Update: Season’s Greetings and all that Jazz

Our second little man has entered the world! I had a spare five minuets so I though I would share my good news. Ethan was born at 11.50 am on the 14th December. He weighed a whopping 4.42 kilograms (9.7 pounds), we already knew… Continue Reading “Life Update: Season’s Greetings and all that Jazz”

My Misadventures in Procrastination

I have so much stuff to do and I’m running out of time – Yet here I am procrastinating by writing a blog post about it. Three will become four (well six if you include the fur-babies) on around the 22nd of December. The… Continue Reading “My Misadventures in Procrastination”

Dear Diary: I want a sleep in!

He stands next to my bed smiling at me. The most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. The cheeky devil is lucky he’s so damn cute. He is up, so as far as he is concerned the rest of us should be. “Mummy get up”… Continue Reading “Dear Diary: I want a sleep in!”

The New Year

Christmas is over for another year and as it goes it drains me of all my cheer Regardless of your religion I hope you got to be with the ones you love And found solace in whatever you believe is above We go into… Continue Reading “The New Year”

Sunday is cleaning day

I used to enjoying cleaning my parents’ house for pocket money as a teenager. Money meant red skins, CDs and cigarettes (sorry mum). But now I have to do it for free, ok I do love a clean house and yes the mould and… Continue Reading “Sunday is cleaning day”

Crying Babies

“Why is it that I am always the only one who hears our son crying in the night?” I ask for the millionth time. I wake even when my son makes the slightest carry on, but my husband sleeps soundly on. Well he sleeps… Continue Reading “Crying Babies”

I call mine Lancy

Do you have a name for your car? I call mine Lancy. Lancy is the perfect mummies car, she has a nice compact exterior for easy parking, but she’s roomy inside with a lovely large wagon back end, plenty of room for baby, pram, food… Continue Reading “I call mine Lancy”

These Days

Today is Photo Day at My son’s Day-Care center so I’ve dressed him up all spiffy in an adorable and highly appropriate yellow Little Monster t-shirt. Yes it will be interesting to see how dirty it is by the time they take his photo… Continue Reading “These Days”