So here we are, ready to enter a brand spanking new year.
The year two thousand and seventeen.
It wil be my 39th year on this here planet.
BLOODY HELL. Continue reading “Happy New Year!”
Christmas is my favourite time of year, definitely my hap-happiest season of all.
I watch too many made for TV Christmas films and aspire to romance that doesn’t exist that way, to live in a lovely lodge type home in Perfectville USA where everyone knows everyone and it snows at Christmas. To have garlands round the open fire, a Christmas tree in every room and throw amazing Christmas parties. Oh a girl can dream. Continue reading “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”
I will come right out and apologise now.
As we are in that festive period, my attempt at creating a ‘perfect’ Christmas has gone into overdrive. With that and this ‘parenting’ thing I do I am going to probably be a shoddy blogger between now and the new year. Well, unless something irks me then my soap box and I will be out in full force. Continue reading “The Polar Express – Weardale (by a 6 year old)”
In 2010 I was pregnant, I would have told you that if my child were a girl she wouldn’t always wear pink, if it were a boy he wouldn’t always wear blue.
I would have told you that my child would always show good manners.
My child wouldn’t have a snot encrusted face.
My child wouldn’t have massive public meltdowns. keep reading
Six years ago I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of our first-born (she was late already) and the start of a new and exciting chapter to my life. The chapter where I become a stay at home mummy (or SAHM as we call it in the business). I’ve mentioned before I didn’t have a career and had I gone back to work I would have literally just been paying for childcare so it made sense to stay home. Continue reading “Lessons I have learned. Well, some of them.”