Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Its fluffy time at mine at the moment, well fluffy with a layer of dust. I have promised my children to play more and clean less, after week one I can report back successfully. In fact I have not raised my voice in anger towards any of my three, yes three children in six days!…
Dear tired, knackered mothers, I’m sorry. When the twins were born I fell under the category of smug mother, my children slept and they slept well. Around me the rest of you wandered around looking grey and lifeless, your arms aching from constant rocking and rucksacks forming under your eyes. God I was happy, with…
[subscribe2]As 2012 starts to slowly shuffle around picking up his bits and packing his bags, I find myself biting my fist resisting the urge to help him on his way and shove him out the door. I can see 2013 lingering at the doorway, politely coughing and stamping his feet to try and keep warm.…
I have a secret, it is a bit of a guilty one. I try and hide it but unless I avoid all radio, tv and shopping malls it is pretty impossible. So I am going to share it….
I dislike travelling in the car with my children. In fact I would go as far to say that unless I am packed full of wine and Valium most journeys make me feel borderline suicidal. My three little leg hangers sit side by side by side. BB sits behind me and spends the vast amount of…