I TOOK some time off last week. Away from work and the blog (although I still managed to squeeze a few posts in) and what do you know?! It was rather bloomin’ lovely. Elsie, the husband and I had a family day out on Friday to go and see ‘some animals’. Although Elsie kept referring to it as the ‘farm’ it was a little more exciting than that (sorry sheep,
TODAY’S post is dedicated to a special little boy called Hugo. And to his Mummy Leigh – a blogging friend of mine, a courageous mama and a truly inspiring woman. ———- Every so often in life you come across a story or a person who touches your heart and this is very much the case with Leigh and Hugo. Whilst pregnant with Hugo, Leigh suffered from HELLP syndrome – a devastating
TOMORROW is Valentine’s Day. ( I know, I know, I’m sorry but just bear with me…) Anyway in the spirit of sharing some love on the ol’ blog and celebrating the silliest / most romantic / cringeworthy (you choose) day of the year, I’ve decided to break away from romantic love or talk of nookie and instead focus on motherhood. You see, on Tuesday morning, I was invited to speak
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
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.
OK super mums, today’s post is especially for you. Yep YOU! You there, who struggles to find 5 minutes in the morning for yourself, as you battle sleep exhaustion and a hungry, cranky baby. You there, who has to battle getting the kids ready before you can even attempt to put on your battle face. You there, who would love to look and feel like a million dollars for
“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
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