Pre children, I swore dummies (paci/pacifier to some of you!) were horrible plastic things designed for lazy parents and destined to cause a lifetime of dental and speech problems. (Oh to be the naive judgey pre babies me once again! Ha. I'd slap myself!) Then I had children, and everything changed! (Because that never happens!) ... Continue Reading →
My Dad once told me about a button. A button, that on the front says press to test. Naturally, You press it, but as soon as you press it the little display flashes up with release to detonate. This is where I am right now. My finger firmly pressed on the button; stuck. Petrified of... Continue Reading →
I wake to the sound of spoons clinking on bowls and grumble about the TV volume. Baby girl opens her big grey brown eyes and unlatches from the breast with a dramatic smack of her lips. The teen announces that she is off to school, and Hubby walks in the room fresh faced from his... Continue Reading →
I wrote this a few hours after going to the morgue to identify my fathers body. I will never forget how he looked. I will never forget how it felt to stand in that room with bile rising in my throat whilst answering inane questions. I will never forget the hero that Mike was that... Continue Reading →
I am a stay at home mum. I'm a Housewife. I'm also a wife. Those 3 things do not always go hand in hand. But it's easy staying at home (yep. Somedays its like sweeping leaves in a hurricane.) I'm so lucky not to have to go to work. (Genuinely. I have no end of... Continue Reading →
Way back in January, when feeling suitably whale sized in my 3rd trimester of pregnancy, I stumbled across a Facebook page called "boob or bust" they helped me get out of my ill fitting bra, and in to one that would support me and my expanding bosom to the end of pregnancy and beyond. 7... Continue Reading →
Aversion is a good word. In fact, repulsion is an even better word. I am repulsed by breastfeeding.
Social media can be a glorious thing. A few days ago (OK, maybe 2 weeks) a tweet popped up on my Twitter TL from a mama I have been following and sporadically interacting with for a few months. Jules, like myself, is a mum, a blogger and reaching out to other mamas when she feels... Continue Reading →
When you turn to look at the toddler and realise he's slipped out of sight. When you look at your husband and the sheer panic on his face tells you he can't see the toddler either.