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!…
Bathtime…. Described by all the baby books as a calm, loving time to wind down before bed. The images show mother and child joyfully squeezing a yellow ducky together and giggling in unison, if you stare hard enough at the pictures your ears could probably pick up strains of Enya in the background. It looks splendid. It…
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…
It’s the last day of the Christmas holidays, I don’t need a calendar to tell me, the clink of the recycling bin and the huge swell in the laundry basket is evidence enough. I send the big ones back to free childcare tomorrow and the little one to nursery. I feel a bit grieved. We have…
It was never going to be fun. But as the four of us, me, twin boy, twin girl and BB piled into my vintage, has its own tape deck, car I realised the extent of how unfun today’s excursion would be. “Mummy, while BB is in the hy-dro-ther-apy pool fixing her leg is it ok for…