Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
I find it harder to speak feelings than to write them, I felt this way all weekend, choked up a little by my inability to vocalise words. Our weekend was beautiful; we spent it in the leafy luxury of Herefordshire staying in a stunning barn called Serafina. Myself, my two best friends and our families. Seven children ranging in…
I stumbled into the house tired, a bit fed up, trying to balance three children and an almost full time job at times can be a little demanding and today I was feeling it.
Parental Happiness is… Exiting the house before 9am without suffering a sore throat from all that shouting. Struggling into a pair of size twelve jeans without a five year old asking why don’t you buy clothes that fit?
Molly almost tumbled out of bed this morning with excitement. ‘Todays the day we are going on a fairy hunt’ she whispered to her teddies. Laying on her back and tipping her feet up towards the ceiling she nudged the mattress that lay above her on the top bunk edging her twin brother towards waking. …
Things to not forget. The urgent pleas at night-time for one more kiss and ‘huggle’. So often I am rushing on to the next task, to sort the house, to make the dinner, to wrap the presents. No sooner than I blink I am sure night-time huggles will erode from our relationship and I will regret…