Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Parenting can be such a joy, such an honour, and it is hard to keep track of the many individual moments that make up a lifetime. Tonight I was witness to such a moment…. BB is a Daddy’s girl, all day today she has paced the floors asking when Daddy will be home; she has…
For over a week now my stomach has been gripped with anxiety and fear has been a constant companion. As someone who isn’t known particularly to fret it is a curious sensation to be on a knifes edge all day long, tottering near the prepice, unsure as to when and if the house of cards…
The twins have their next cross country meet on saturday. We have started prepping already, porridge for breakfast and pasta for tea and lots of fruity goodness in between to ensure we have optimum carb and cal ratio to power those little legs. Nothing better that legging it round a freezing cold field on a…
I loved my NCT classes I really did and I don’t regret a penny I spent on them but still in retrospect I think they glossed over some of the parts of motherhood creating a more idealised view, just thought it was worth sharing a couple of things that the NCT never told me. Breastfeeding can make…
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…