Some days you’re destined to fail just a little bit.

The kids wake you up in the usual way – by jumping on you and yammering on until you finally relent and start the day. You go to help dress the oldest one only to find that they’ve donned a swimming costume that they WILL NOT remove in favour of their preschool uniform. ‘I DON’T […]

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A letter to the Facebook Machine.

Dear Facebook, I give you wonderful, hilarious, totally unique content about my crappy, totally run of the mill life but you don’t share it with anyone. I bring you pictures of my tired, haggard face to let other parents know they’re not alone in their struggle against their mini tyrants and you choose to keep […]

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My Liebster Award (NB – not an actual award)

My bloggy friend Mouse, Moo & Me Too has sent me a Liebster Award. For those that aren’t in the know, (like myself before yesterday) The Liebster Award is a social experiment aimed at promoting known and unknown bloggers through a Q&A tag. Here’s some general guidelines to follow: 1) Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you and […]

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A Poem to my CoSleeping Baby

When we go up the wooden hill Direct to Bedfordshire I know you want to snuggle up It’s your favourite desire I’ve let you get away with it By welcoming you in Comfy, snuggled, nuzzled up Warming your soft skin But Now that you are mobile And starting to break free I worry you’ll fall […]

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The Subservience of Motherhood.

Sometimes I feel really disconnected. I feel distant. I feel suffocated. I wake up in the morning and the minute I open my eyes, before I’m even fully conscious I am mummy. There are little people talking to me. Making demands of me – once I had my eyes physically prized open by the older […]

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Living Arrows – 41/52

  “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth” by Kahlil Gibran My first photo for this week is my youngest – she’d managed to climb into the box and was very pleased with herself as she could then guard the toys from her sister. Next up, my eldest. […]

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