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
SEE this pic here? I was sent that yesterday because after 2 and a half years of blogging, I’ve only gone and won my first ever blogging award! (And it’s safe to say I am beyond thrilled!) Yep, the lovely expert people at The Blogger’s Lounge chose me as one of their five finalists in the parenting blog of the year category and you my wonderful, scrumptious readers voted for
THIS time of year makes me incredibly reflective. Over the last few days I’ve been thinking a lot about this year, what’s happened – the good and not so good – as I’ve tried to figure out the major lessons I’ve learnt this year. 2014 has been a mixed bag if I’m honest (and yes, I know the year isn’t over yet!). There have been many blessings and some
THERE has only been one occasion in my life (thankfully) when I actually feared for my sanity. One occasion when I literally felt like I was going insane. When I felt like I was going ‘out of my mind’. When I knew that I wasn’t thinking like me, but yet couldn’t rid myself of the horrible, irrational and frightening thoughts and emotions that had taken over my mind and body.
WE’RE a few days into December and there’s no doubt about it, I am feeling festive folks! Once my birthday is done and dusted at the end of November, my mind immediately switches to the thought of Christmas and this year with Elsie being that bit older (she’ll be just under 2 and a half on Christmas Day) I think it’s safe to say I’m pretty excited! I can’t wait
I WOKE up this morning in a foul mood. Like a really foul mood. Also, I’m feeling rubbish. Germs have hit the Portman household which means we’re all under the weather and I have a very grotty, snotty and grumpy toddler on my hands. Oh goodie. So I wasn’t very happy this morning. No sirree. But then I sat down, drank my morning cup of tea and read this post
AS a proud freelance writer /PR and blogger, I always do my best to try and support other small businesses. Why? Well firstly I do it out of solidarity with my fellow self employed comrades and secondly, well, because in my opinion and from personal experience, you just get a much better service from smaller businesses. There’s no doubt about it. We care more. We go the extra mile.
TOMORROW is my birthday. There will be cards, presents (here’s hoping!), perhaps even some delicious cake. I’ve already partied with my dearest friends to celebrate and I’m looking forward to dragging out the celebrations for as long as I can with Elsie, Jamie (the husband) and family and friends this weekend. (Well you’ve just got to!) And I will be 35. Blimey. I don’t know why (perhaps because this