Category: Kids

‘It’s safe’…..

Now school is back in session, I feel I’ve really learned my lesson. All those weeks I moaned, when normality was postponed and now they’ve come home, with what I can only hope to be […]

Back to School

It’s that time. SCHOOL……. But not school like we know it. No, it’s school during a global pandemic. Which is always fun. So I thought I’d share all the bits I am looking forward to […]

What would Flop do?

Let me introduce Flop, my parenting inspiration. Flop, as many parents of young children will know, mainly due to the fact that Cebeebies becomes your life, is the parenting star of Bing. Now, if you […]

Wedding anniversary number 11 in self imposed lockdown with the kids

As we watched the three little angels beat the shit out of each other one night we realised they don’t have anything to look forward to. We’ve been shielding the girl for months. They’re sick […]

Selective Hearing

Once upon a time (the other day), my husband came bounding into the kitchen, phone in hand, asking me “can you hear that?” Behind him were a trail of children (sometimes I lose count) all […]

To Mum

My first born leaves me little notes by my bed all the time. I know when he’s done this because it will cause him to hysterically giggle at any point where he thinks I might […]

Lazy Sunday – a true story

I have a vague-ish recollection, a memory or maybe it’s a dream. Perhaps it’s a daydream since I don’t sleep or even a really vivid birthday wish. Or it could be a story, the sort […]

I don’t want to be a ‘No Mum’

I don’t want to be a ‘No Mum’ or a shake your head “is that so?” Mum. I decided long ago that I’m aiming for a ‘sit back and let it all go Mum’. I […]

How to carry out the most perfect bedtime routine

Announce it’s bedtime and continue to do this for at least 40 minutes, while also throwing a few ‘if you don’t go to bed you’ll loose your tablet’ empty threats Head up the stairs and […]

It’s a Dad thing

I remember the days when my husband’s old ways would include baggy jeans that hung at his knees. Now he’s a Dad, gone is the lad, he wears trousers with belts and tools hanging down, […]