Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
We are still believers. We don’t think the chap at the Christmas fair with elastic cutting at his ears is the real deal anymore. We accept that he is one of Santa’s drinking buddies who is helping him out whilst he is busy in the workshop. We are not completely convinced about the chimney entry…
Today was meant to be all about the kids, real quality family time, things they would remember fondly for years to come. It started off well, BB, in her excitement at a day with mummy, leapt out of bed with an excited squeal at 5:22am and by 6.30am she had managed to cajole the twins…
Sometimes I feel like the job of parenting was a little missold to me. All the parenting books I read spoke of the pleasure of holding your baby to your busom, of the overwhelming love that would consume you once little Fred or Freya was placed in your arms.
Less than two weeks ago I posted a blog on my reasons for trying to run this years london marathon. I have been overwhelmed by the sheer kindness of strangers; I have received almost seven hundred pounds at the time of year when we are all scrimping and saving. And do you know the most…
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…