Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
I chant.. “I love smears, I love smears.” Positive repetition works apparently. Maybe I should have been repeating it since that last one as my happy mojo seems to have buggered off with my waistline. “It’s not so bad.” I croon to my lady garden, who is looking quite presentable for the first time in…
As the winter sun burned a little brighter this weekend, the mood in our home lifted into summery smiles and carefree peals of laughter. Discarding our coats with reckless abandonment we sprang into spring like a family possessed. We hit the park, fed the ducks and basked in the sunlight, all was good and happy…
Many moons ago, when BB was still a dream he who helped create them didn’t share with me and when twin girl’s hair still rested by her ears and twin boy was still lovingly referred to as a chatterbox rather than the boy who never stops talking, myself and my two (almost three) year old…
Couple of rookie mistakes today. The first was embracing the sunshine and swapping my trainers for open toed shoes; the second was trying to teach twin boy and girl how to roller skate alone in open toed shoes….
Anyone selling patience? Anyone? I need some; the last of mine was clearly mixed up in the after birth when bb was born and was chucked in the bin with all the other bits and bobs that fell out after my third child escaped the womb. In fact should anyone stumble upon the bin containing my…