I am trying to find the happy today, my maternity leave is finally over after a rather splendid year with the small ones and I just can’t help but feel a little glum.
Actually for the last two hours or so I have felt pretty darn miserable hugely exaggerating
How hard can it be to make a cup of tea?
I used to be a pro and I had a stylish routine. I would respond to my inner call for caffeine quickly by heading to the kettle, removing it from its perch, filling it with the appropriate amount of water to avoid the nasty limescale bits at bottom, return to perch, turn on, reach for a cup, add PG Tips tea bag, click the sweetener in, remove semi-skimmed milk from fridge and unscrew lid in anticipation.
You can always rely on your mother to bring you back down to earth with a bang.
When I told my friends that I was going to use BB as a human guinea pig and put her in cloth nappies for Real Nappy Week I must admit the response was not overwhelmingly positive, in fact it was so negative that I decided not to even bother waiting for Real Nappy Week to start before taking BB out of her disposable poo holder and putting her into a cloth one.
Ever been told it’s as easy as riding a bike?
Well that statement is pretty meaningless to anyone who currently hasn’t mastered the art of balancing their buttocks on a slim seat