An adventurer’s survival kit.

Having been on this ‘nappies and night feeds’ carousel for two and half solid years now 😫, I’ve tried every trick and product in the book to make life even a little bit easier

Tag Team on Tour

Taking Queen I on holiday, and then The Tag Team when Big N came along, filled the OH with panic (it doesn't take much). And so a situation that Britons voted to be one of the most stressful, became very stressful for me as I had to assuage his fears on top of packing everything…

Leaving teaching…

There will be times I’m sure, when my kids don’t even like me for the rulings I’ll have to dish out, and the last thing they’ll care about then is if I did the feminist thing and brought home my share of the pennies

‘Beauty’ regime

When you first have a baby, you care about surviving. This is eventually followed by dieting. However, second time round, you know you can survive (or at least you think you know- and then Kid 2 wakes up and does more than sleep and eat 😫). I quickly fell back into the habit of the…

The come down…

Leaving our friends after drinks in sunny Leopoldo Square, on a lazy Saturday evening, we strolled down to the restaurant (incidentally, in the casino). It was dead. The kind of empty that makes you want to whisper so that not every syllable is picked up by the many bored waiters hovering uncomfortably. United had gone…

Going out out!

But then the Original Wine Mum text: “sned clothes nicase ee got to Chatsworth in morn. Mumx” You work it out, but basically it meant the ‘rents would potentially keep the kids for the following morning 🙌🎉💖. We thought we’d won the lottery when OWM text to say “drop them off when you wang [sic: want]” 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉.

Brighton bound baby!

The inner drag queen in me has always been drawn to the camp Mecca that is beautiful Brighton: a seaside for grown ups.  It was the first time I got my commitment-phobe OH to look in a jeweller’s window 💍. I nearly fell over in shock at the fact he hadn’t ran away (again). When…

Day 397: Still not sleeping 😫

“It’s only a virus…” we get told. Fortunately, this time, the Doctor took pity on Big N (I suspect because it was his birthday) and prescribed him antibiotics for his theist and chest. Another dose and two cancelled immunisation appointments later, we’ve now got the fun of chicken pox to go with it 🎉🎉. However,…

Them+Him+You

However many kids you think you’ve got (that’s right), add one. That’s the only way to stop you from harming him at times: seeing him as another child. My man-child is the one in the middle 🙈.

Happy WineMums Day!

He even baked croissants for me on Mothers Day morning…when he finally got up at 9am 😠. Kid 2 had woken up at 5.30- which was actually 4.30 to me as the clocks had gone forward the night before. Surely the OH would come downstairs at 6.30 to relieve me? No. Okay, well he had been out with the lads for the night, so 7.30? 8am? By 8.45am Kid 1 had joined us and both kids were washed, fed and serenely painting flowerpots to plant in later. And then Kid 2, slightly less serenely lobbed his on the floor in a temper when I decided he’d had enough of panting seeing as he was now painting his mouth.