AT bedtime, Elsie and I have got a new routine. Which goes a little something like this…pyjamas on, brush teeth, clean face, toilet trip, bedtime story (or two), lights out, cuddles and a question. A very simple question that I’ve introduced over the past few weeks. And the question is this:
THIS morning I’ve been publicising myself and my work… As you can currently find me featured on the fabulous new Activia UK website as one of their feel good bloggers. A rather lovely blogging career highlight, that’s for sure! Truth be told, I’m proud as punch. Anyway, you can find me here and read all about my top tips on how to love your body, if you fancy it. But
We all go through it. Every single one of us. Times when we’re just feeling rubbish or to be frank, like utter s**t. Sometimes it can be just for a day or two, others time it can last longer. But how on earth do you stop feeling like the smelly stuff and get your self acquainted with a sweeter scent. Well, my friends, it’s a tough process. Because as you’ll
THE greatest mentor I have in my life currently is a two year old girl. My two year old girl in fact. Elsie, my beautiful daughter. I always used to think, before I became a Mum, that a parent was the only one to teach in a parent / child relationship. But I was wrong, because amazingly Elsie teaches me as much about life and myself, as I do her.
UNTIL you become a parent, you just don’t get it. You can’t get it. Parenting seems like the easiest, most natural thing in the world when you haven’t got a child. You see a kid throwing a tantrum in the supermarket and know exactly what the mum should be doing. You roll your eyes when you see a food splattered toddler in your local cafe (doesn’t that dad know he
IT’S a tough gig is motherhood. There are moments of beauty. There are moments of joy. There are days when everything goes to plan and you feel like you’re living those perfect parenting moments that you see in glossy magazines and portrayed on celebrity Instagram accounts. And then. Then there are the days when you feel like you can’t take another minute. Then there are those awful days that we
I HAVE around forty Christmas cards to write this weekend for Elsie’s nursery friends. It’s tough being a Mum at Christmas. I have presents to buy, too many gifts to wrap, a stocking to fill and traditions to uphold. I have songs to sing, Christmas decorating still to do and a great big Turkey dinner to cook. I have presents to drop off, I have tidying to do, I have
“But why Mummy, why?” OVER the last week I’ve been really busy and spent not one, but two nights away from home. One to see Kylie, who was as brilliant as you’d expect. The other to go on a swanky press trip where I was wined, dined and generally spoilt rotten. Both occasions were pretty damn fabulous but yet both of them left me feeling a little out of kilter