*A chance to Reframe*
So as I posted we got to spend some much needed qt together without the kids thanks to some precious friends.
We've needed to have some space to talk for a while. But with 2 little ones space is hard to find. .
I replied to a post @mother_pukka wrote saying that I'd read an interview snd the person had described having children as like a bomb exploding in their relationship each time (they were on child 4!) And that image definitely resonates.
9 months on and we're still a bit shell shocked. Finding the pressure of 2 little ones a lot sometimes. Husband stretched and stressed with work and life. We are definitely in survivsl mode but I think we're preparing to emerge from the bunker, conversation by conversation getting stronger again. Together.
Who knows? Tomorrow we might be back to the same challenges...the same walking on egg shells and slightly holding our breath. But today we talked and it felt like coming up for air. And for that I'm thankful.
(Felt quite symbolic that by the time we finished talking the rain had cleared and the sun came out.)
All the feels ✨💗 parenting can leave you feeling powerless (crazy really because you’ve actually created whole new little balls of power), but you can’t protect your little people from everything. Since I posted about the bronchi *both* babes have got high temperatures. We have immediately reverted to our tried and tested technique of taking their temperatures every 5 minutes, and staring at the thermometer, as if that is somehow going to make the temperature disappear 👋🏼 hopefully it’s just a random bug we’ve picked up from our adventures this week, including to the hospital 🧐 and ze French school 🇫🇷, and nursery 👥 I will now spend the next few hours pondering, to no avail, how we got sick. #mumlife#notparentingtheshitoutoflife
W I L D - a day of two halves
Love this photo of Alice despite it looking like she's got poo on her head 😂
We had such a nice family time, spent the morning in the park with @project_rewild flinging mud around and then the afternoon hunting for sparkling wellies for Alice. We couldn't find any so ended up with dinosaur ones!
But then I'm feeling shitty this evening, Alice just isn't herself at the moment it's so horrible seeing how sad she's getting. Mix that up with my already all over the shop feelings and I just can't tonight. Such a roller-coaster emotional day for us all. No one tells you a three year old can get anxiety and that it'll be so bad she'll wake up in the night sobbing. My poor baby. Fuck.
Today has been a day of two halves. On the one hand there was the fact that I managed to hoover the house, do two loads of washing, pick this knockout vase of roses from my own garden, get myself showered and dressed, get three children dressed, load and unload the dishwasher, feed three children three times, leave the house and return in one piece, enjoy a peaceful afternoon with a friend and drink a hot cup of tea in one go, and get everyone in bed in time for #strictly. But then, there was also the other part of the day where one of the twins climbed all the way up the stairs without me noticing, while the other got his hand stuck in a drawer, then I dragged @savvyk79 to the park in the pouring rain, without waterproofs for anyone so we were all soaked in precisely two minutes and then later at bedtime bribed Elsa to go to bed with this revolting #mylittlepony. And I haven’t even mentioned the moment when Felix ate a mouthful of his own faeces.....(really happened). So yeah, winning or losing at life, depending on which way you want to look at it. #notparentingtheshitoutoflife#parentingfail#epicparentingfail#pooeverywhere#strictlycomedancing#strictly2018#sequins#saturdaynight#atleastihavewine
Last night was one of those that you think someone has sent you as a terrible joke/social experiment. Feral toddler as he will be called today decided that from midnight until 3am he'd demand Peppa and generally behave like it was an acceptable time to be awake. I tried tough love and sent him back to his own bed but such was the wailing we feared our neighbours would be speed dialling the council for anti-social noise behaviour, so back in he came. Just as he fell to sleep with his heel jammed in my left eye socket his brother started up. So we swapped one delinquent son for a smaller pocket sized version. Around 4am sleep blessed us with its presence to then be snatched away at 6.30am with the kick in the ball's logic that even if kids have been up all night THEY DON'T LIE IN. I had been considering giving up caffeine in October, what a ridiculous idea. Xx
7 412 days ago
Ever have those days when your kids bedtime can’t come fast enough and you’ve cracked your own vat of gin by teatime? Today was one of those days! I don’t know how they do it, but I’m broken! So I’m posting one of my favourite pics from Camps Bay in South Africa to gaze dreamily at and pretend today didn’t happen...and will probably spend the next couple of hours going through my phone looking at pics of how much I adore my offspring. Tomorrow is a new day! Happy Friday people! 🍾👊💃💆♀️ #isitevenpossibletoparentwithoutalcohol? #notparentingtheshitoutoflife
2 562 days ago
Not pictured: the six month old who is glued to my side for everything I do. Come on teeth where are you 😅. Dragging my little gals out soon as getting out always helps when you start feeling like you’re going slowly mad. If you have a teething baby or testing toddler, I feel you!! ✌🏻✌🏻
💥 MY SON 💥
I suppose I should be pleased that he’s learning so much at school.
18 1574 days ago
At one point my obsessional, catastrophising thoughts (where you think that everything is going to be the worst possible scenario - a catastrophe) dominated much of my day and all of my evenings (side question: has anyone else had that experience, when your anxiety and panic peaks in the evening or nighttime?). This isn’t the case anymore, but I remember well the feeling of being completely overwhelmed and nearly broken by my own thoughts. Thoughts which no one else could see or experience, very few people knew about, and even fewer had sympathy for; because all new mothers worry, don’t they? It’s normal and expected, isn’t it? But where is the line, when does it go from being an acceptable level of worry to being an issue that has become life-impacting?
There is a sub-threshold group of women, those who teeter just under the threshold of being able to access specialist support yet who are having very real experiences which are impacting their lives and their experiences of motherhood, whom I believe don’t have the voice they deserve. We are getting so much better at talking about mental health, but currently the conversation is dominated by the “heavy hitters” (PND, PPD, psychosis, etc.). I don’t in any way want to stifle this discussion, instead I’m only suggesting that we make it more well rounded.
I’m one of these “sub-threshold women”, and I had to figure my own way out of the nightmare raging inside my mind. If any one of you also identifies as one of these women (doesn’t matter if it’s depression, anxiety, etc) and would be happy sharing, I would love to hear more about how you cared for yourself, the things that worked and what you found helpful. Send me a DM or email me at [email protected] if you’d like to chat privately. I have a contact who is an academic, researcher and mental health campaigner who is currently championing this cause, and I would love to be able to get back to him with some ideas of how we can move research and policy change forward in this particular area. A lofty goal for someone who is five months pregnant, already a mother of two and also currently studying? Perhaps, but that won’t stop me!
📷 : @words_of_women
32 825 days ago
Good things come to those who wait!
You may have noticed my absence ‘round these parts of late (or quite possibly not 😬). I wouldn’t go as far as to say “I’ve been struggling” but I’ve certainly just about been scraping by, tank on the red line with no time to fill-up! A hedonist combo of work, school runs, migraines, football and life, nothing a single parent doesn’t handle every week, I’m just outta practise! Usually when Mr OG pootles off for 10 days I luxuriate in “me time” but as the boys have gotten older the Witching Hour has now become a whole evening affair with a drinks reception at 7:30 and carriages (plus wee, a glass of water and leave the hallway light on/off/on/off, fan oscillating/still/off/oscillating) at 9:45! But after 5 nights of falling asleep before even rummaging in the freezer for the Iceland fish pie, there’s hope! With one down and two easily bribed ones to go, I’m gonna evening (as in a verb) like a pre-kidder: dinner, a whole episode of some shit tv, paint my nails and bed at 10:30! #theresnowitchinghour#orhappyhour#senddinnerreinforcements#lostmysinglemumtouch#highfivesinglemamas#notparentingtheshitoutoflife#whenparentsgowild#whitesaucetiliblackout#mumofboys#boatshowwidow#raisingboys#motherofsons
Today’s meal. This morning this was a civilised-looking lemon tart but have been stress picking at it all day with no time to eat, so now it is a crustless bit of sweet yellow goo. Was just about to chuck it then thought, let’s be honest I’ll have it later 🤦🏼♀️. Hope everyone else’s day was more nutritious than mine..
27 1766 days ago
Ok, it’s not cordon bleu. But I just served it up for the kids and apparently it’s unacceptable. Sometimes children really are ungrateful little sh1ts. I have ranted semi coherently and they’re now eating under sufferance. Bloody Mondays.
12 456 days ago
This one is full of snots. He is feeling a little miserable and it seems to be making him more 'gaggy' and sick than usual (I wasn't sure if that was even possible...). There is a lot going on over here at the moment, I haven't been posting as much because I have been cutting down on my phone time around the kids and my evenings have been spent trying to balance all of the other areas of my life. Once the littles are in bed, it is often approaching or gone 9pm and t I am ready to crawl into bed myself. It feels a little relentless again at the moment, the house is always untidy... which causes a lot of tension between myself and Mr W... B is going through a terrible phase of not sleeping so bed times are a battle and I am often awake in the night with both babes. Mornings seem to start too early and there doesn't seem to be enough hours in a day to give attention/time to everyone and everything that needs it. But we have been here before and come out the otherside eventually so I'm just keeping my head down, pushing on and fighting off any mum guilt of feeling like there is never enough of me to go around with the knowledge that I really am doing the best I can!
On Sundays I am mostly a prop. While @mother_pukka preps for her @thisisheart radio show, I am the sole entertainment provider for the girls for most of the day. Since 6.30 this morning, I have been 'a doggy', 'a little sister', 'a rock that's like a pillow ', 'cousin Lily' (aged 8), 'trampoline ', ' Mr Incredible' and, most humiliating of all, 'a carpet but not a magic carpet because you can't do anything' (and to be honest, I appreciated the lie down). I will welcome Monday with open arms. #notparentingtheshitoutoflife#sundaysarelong
23 10597:30 PM Sep 16, 2018
My kids love me SO much they cry if I’m not holding them, they constantly seek my approval and they want me to make it better, always. They’re 13 year olds in their first relationship. Except when they’re 13/15/17 I don’t imagine I’ll be quite as important. All v well but at the moment they’re 6m/2/5 and I’m alllllll touched out 😅😅😅
11 2285:34 PM Sep 16, 2018
Today has been ALL kinds of shit!
The kids woke up at 3:45am, Paul and I tried hard to get them back to sleep but gave up the ghost around 5am. Paul took both Vamp’s downstairs and 5 mins later Nosferatu (aka, Foster) is back in bed with me. I struggle with him for a while but sleep isn’t on the cards.
We then had to do something adulty in town and this didn’t go down well so Paul had to keep taking them for walks and snack bribes.
We followed this fun filled jaunt with a trip to hell, aka the Wacky Warehouse or play soft as Foster calls it. They weren’t happy when we told them they had to leave! Thankfully they fell asleep on the way home and stayed asleep for an hour after we got home.
Paul, believing that sleep would have turned them back into something vaguely resembling cute went upstairs to start building their new bed. For a time, Foster, Indi and I enjoyed colouring in a huge box whilst Paul F and blinded upstairs, instantly regretting his decision to commit. Then all hell broke loose again downstairs as I retrieved a choking hazard from Foster’s gob. Paul gave up the ghost with the bed and had to rebuild the cot so Indi had somewhere other than the floor to sleep.
By bedtime we were all broken and the two day walkers fell asleep within minutes. Oh the celebration we had! I do miss their little faces though. #notparentingtheshitoutoflife#littlesleepthieves#lovethemreally#myradpumps#myradpea
And suddenly it’s all coming back to me 🤦🏼♀️. Unfortunately the dog has got pickier since weaning Pearl two years ago and no longer bothers to hoover up any fruit or veg from the floor. And that’s probably how I will remember Agatha’s weaning experience 🤷🏼♀️
Porridge for supper. That's what the kids say.
It would seem like a reasonable request and one a parent may well see positives within fulfilling. It's thick and filling. One would envisage that this combination would service the hunger pangs of a small child and keep them fuelled until dawn.
Yet these expectations are so often unmet. Our two rise numerous times throughout the night despite being full of oats. I often wake to find Florence stood by the side of the bed staring at me in a non threatening yet horrifyingly eerie manner.
Cooking wise it can be brought to an edible standard via route of microwave or pan. Microwave produces output quicker but leaves you with a biblically hot bowl. Not great. And anyway I don't own a microwave because the Mrs can't find one she likes. So no burnt hands.
I do own a pan. You can give more love to porridge in a pan; gently rearing it to just the right density and moistness. But forgot to soak that pan immediately and you are left chiselling porridge from its failed non stickable innards for months.
As for consumption. Etiquette dictates that meals should be consumed at a table. But for supper in our house we dine in bed. Barbaric you may feel, and perhaps rightly so. For porridge split on a quilt is a contumacious foe. In other words it fails to to be removed in an ordinarily and reasonable manner.
But who gives a (insert expletive) when it puts a smile on the kids face and makes them happy.
I do. Its a proper pain in the backside. Why can't they choose crumpets? That's a proper supper food right there.
When we found out that Flo is dairy and egg anaphylactic we had to come up with new dishes to replace our old staples. At home we've managed to come up with loads of different, exciting and flavoursome meals. However creating fun, finger foods that we can have when we are out and about or for dinners for Flo when she is at school has been more challenging.
As a result we've often just made sandwiches. Don't get me wrong I enjoy a sarnie but they do get boring. So when Asda asked me to get involved in their inclusivity campaign and asked what I cooking advice I needed I knew what to ask. @Asda hooked me up with some great recipes which are available on their guide (link in bio). The guide gives advice and tips on how to include more people with Free From diets, without compromising on taste.
Their advice inspired me to try new things and I constructed these salmon, spinach parcels with dill cream cheese for our trip to the beach. They tasted great and we're completely dairy and egg free.
So for loads of allergy advice and allergy friendly recipes head over to the Asda Good Living website.
She starts pre-school tomorrow 😭. She’ll only be doing 2 hours a day for a while, but I’m nervous. She has a bit of a speech delay so I really hope they quickly realise how amazing / hilarious / brave / clever and loving she is. I know every parent feels the same, for their own reasons. Does it ever get easier??
47 2628:19 PM Sep 6, 2018
( #AD) Flo is now a fully fledged pupil. She has moved from nursery to reception. My little girl all of a sudden seems to have grown up so fast. She told us she was nervous about starting school. So we had a chat about how it's normal to feel nervous about starting school and that once she gets there she will see all her friends and familiar faces, and she will feel ok. And she did and she has loved every minute of it.
We've heard stories of her reconnections with her old chums and the establishment of relationships with new faces. Her chatter in the school yard and at bedtime reassures me that she has settled in well and fully enjoying it. Makes me so proud how confident she is and takes things in her stride. She is also a pretty good leader. I've witnessed it in the playground and first hand when we were playing with her
@lego . Told me to open all the bags in numerical order, they are handly labelled, and that we had to make it exactly as instructed. Then when I left she got all creative using other LEGO peices we had bought and made a campsite.
Her showing skills like this makes me know she will be OK at school.
And off she goes to Year 1, leaving a desk stuffed with half-finished crafts behind her. Aside from the annoying fact she’s much more discerning about how we spend our days than the two year old and the baby are, I’m gutted it’s that time again and we’re going to miss her #backtoschool#sob
Is my heart breaking that she’s back to school? Absolutely NOT!! The first month went relatively smoothly but I can safely say I’ve had enough now and she is ready to get back into a proper routine and be disciplined again. I love her to bits but these past few days have been the most challenging yet. The back chatting, having an answer for everything, ignoring me, fighting with her brother has hit a new level and she’s only 5!!! Its my own fault and I’ve banned a few things she’s been watching and my lipsticks are now well and truly hidden.
So happy we have another flaming inset day tomorrow ( said no mum ever ) 🤪
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1 604:00 AM Sep 4, 2018
Pizza and Daddy Daycare
My two are under the weather. Flo is much better after her asthma attack but is still on loads of medication and the chest infection hasn't quite gone. When I got Edith out her bed this morning she was as hot as a baked potato straight out the oven. She's not often unwell so when she is you really notice.
Today was therefore about making them feel happy and comfortable. They love my homemade dairy and egg free pizzas. Always makes them better. In our house when we make pizzas, we eat them watching Daddy Daycare. Its cemented in Freckle Family Law now and when @mother_freckle and I are old a grey we will reflect back on these times and forever asscosite these two with each other.
As always the kids loved my homemade pizzas and as I'm going to start sharing some cooking stuff I thought this was a good place to start. Below is the recipe I use. All dairy and egg free.
375g plain flour
1tbsp baking powder
Just still it all together, knead it, roll it into pizza base shapes. We do ours really thin. No need to leave to rise. I ain't got time for that
1 tin of decent chopped tomatoes
Reduce it down. Then I alsways give it a quick blend as that's how the kids like the sauce.
Toppings wise go wild. We mix it up. But we always use a dairy and egg free cream cheese and/or mozzarella.
Stick in the oven at 180c for about 15 minutes.
Take out. Eat.
27 5197:28 PM Sep 3, 2018
🖐🏼 hands up if you’re an ugly crier 🖐🏼 So today went from waking up tired, having 🐻 screaming at me because she couldn’t wear her dress as it was in the wash (literally in the machine) to a frustrating Tang Soo Do lesson, to coming “home” (we are living with the grandparents) and having 🐻 scream at me some more, her refusing to nap, to more crying, 🐝 taking the utter piss out of the amount of cheek giving and messing around at lunch (which was actually an early dinner) to me spectacularly losing my shit and having them both crying at me and sending them to bed at 3pm!!!
I had a wee breakdown in my room. Felt much better, we all apologised and literally 360’d the rest of the afternoon. We went to the park, we made new friends, we ran, we laughed, we learnt to fly a kite, they had separate baths so there was no arguing and 🐻 went to sleep within 10mins and I got to sit and sticker book with 🐝 before her bedtime. .
I guess the moral of the day is...there’s no bad day that can’t be fixed. I was truly prepared to write the day off. But after the release of built up frustrations, we reset our minds and started afresh. That’s the beauty of children. They are so willing to forgive and move on. And hold no grudges. Something we could all learn from.
Tonight for one of the first times I finally convinced Dex to let me put Kit to bed first. Dex always gets cross because he says he wants to be with Kit but inevitably gets angry when Kit is overtired and needs more attention. Dex asked me to teach him how to cross stitch and we quietly chatted while he finished a project.
Me: You know I love you lots, don't you?
Dex: I do, but don't you love Kit more?
Me: Why do you say that! I love you both the same.
Dex: because sometimes I'm mean.
Me: the thing is, I love you even when you're mean. I always love you; even when you get cross and tell me you hate me. I will always love you.
Then I read 'I Love You Forever' and, of course, cried. Then a more cheerful story to lighten the mood (obviously while he wore a Ben10 mask). I remember growing up and being told "I always love you, but sometimes I don't like you very much." and it made me sad. It's the behaviour, not him, that upsets me. He's learning how to deal with all these emotions and my job is to be the calm to his crazy. #instamum#notparentingtheshitoutoflife#sixyearoldsareexhausting
5 208:06 PM Sep 1, 2018
Today has been a really hard day. It just has. Maybe - hopefully - tomorrow will be better. But today has been brutal. I'm an expert at pushing through pain, but today was something else entirely. The pain intensified to the point I ended up crouching in a corner of the park where I'd taken Belle for a day out throwing up and crying. So I had to tell Belle we had to cancel our plans and go back home. I've never had to do that before - but today I had no choice. And logically I know it's not my fault. But my god the mum guilt. It's intense. Belle has gone back out to a park now with my dad to play and have ice cream. She won't miss out. She rarely ever does. But I do. I have barely left my sofa in a week. I have only managed to leave my front door once in the last seven days, and that was solely to go sit on the sofa at my dad's house for a bit then I came back. Chronic illness is so isolating. And I know this isn't your typical positive Instagram post, but today I don't have positive platitudes. This is the reality of chronic illness. And it needs to be shown and shared just as much as the perfect Instagram posts, because I know from experience that people with chronic illness feel so bloody alone. Spoonies, we're all in this together ❤️
A finger of fudge is just enough... 🤣
This child has kicked my ass today.
I feel positively bullied by her sometimes.
I’ve lost my temper on approx 125 occasions since 6.45am, and it has made precisely zero difference to her behaviour.
Some idiot on Facebook recently shared a hideous, smarmy link all about how two year olds aren’t “terrible” at all. You know - one of those charming bits of content designed to make knackered mothers feel crap for wanting 10 minutes’ peace and a gin & tonic.
I CALL BULLSHIT 💩💩💩
I can say she’s terrible, because some days she really fucking is.
That doesn’t mean I don’t adore her, loving every hair on her utterly unreasonable head with everything that is in me to love.
Those eyes, man... Those ridiculous, beautiful, “You are not in charge of me” eyes 😏🤦♀️😍
The sigh of being inconvenienced. I've heard it a few times as I've advised people of our dietary requirements or sort to clarify if the sausage contains milk.
At times it has left me feeling awkward and frustrated. Should I advise them that I'm not checking the allergy information just to be awkward I'm checking to preserve the health and wellbeing of my child? Unless people are educated around food intolerances and allergies how are they meant to know what they are and how serious they can be.
It's why I go involved in the @asda inclusivity campaign to help raise awareness of different dietary requirements, what food intolerances and allergies are, how they present and how serious they can be. The hope being that people feel more comfortable and confident managing allergies but also more understanding and compassionate when they are asked for allergy information or find themselves in a queue behind someone querying the allergy friendliness of the food.
Hopefully through education we can eradicate the sighs of inconvenience.
Check out Asda’s new Inclusivity Guide which launched today (link in bio). #allergyawareness#allergyadvice#allergy#allergies#foodallergies#inclusivity#inclusionnotexclusion #(ad)
Around 2am this morning while shuffling between the toddlers bedrooms, I briefly flirted with the idea of faking my own death. I would almost give up everything for some sleep at this point. Having to pretend to search toddler boys bedroom for a shark with three legs that was riding a stolen motorbike (his imagination is good at least!) Then having to lie in the most uncomfortable position, half in and half out a tiny bed holding baby girls hand while she snuffled and cried that she wasn't well, getting snot smeared up my cheek, my life choices were all seriously put under the microscope -as was my decision to not sleep in full pjs! Funnily the other half seemed to snooze through every wake up. Even having the cheek to pull the duvet further round himself and huff in his sleep when I happened to get back into bed freezing around 4am and disturb him! Anyone elses other halfs seem to have selective hearing during the night?
The kids have somehow woken up full of the joys this morning and are talking about trips to the park and a fun day out. I am already calculating how many hours it is until husband gets home from work and I can give him the stink eye and officially go off duty!
So my breakfast this morning is a big handful of M&Ms sneaklily eaten behind the kitchen cupboard door, the sugar rush is just about enough to keep me going. What are you all up to today? If you see a slightly crazy eyed mum at the local park today then do me a favour and don't judge her. If she is sitting on her phone she is most likely googling 'how long can you survive without sleep?' Or 'how to fake your own death?' Sincerely, Zombie mum.
13 756:56 AM Aug 30, 2018
I’ve been called an instamum, an influencer, a fucking disastrous parent, an inspiration, a fat pregnant elephant - complete with emoticons 🐘🤰🏼- a Tory (incorrectly), a blogger, a flogger, a journalist, a horticulturalist, a terrible mother, a wonderful mother, an elephant (same guy, different day, singular emoticon 🐘), a bloody lovely human, a bloody awful woman, and, my favourite, “a combination of Ulrika Jonsson and a young Vanessa Feltz”. I’m Anna, I’m 37, I have two kids, I’m no one thing and I’ve definitely had fucking disastrous parenting days. Anyone else? And please introduce yourselves 👋🏻 while you’re here #notparentingtheshitoutoflife
So I did a post a few weeks ago about how worth it is going to the hairdressers with a baby. Can I just add to that - it’s a bit harder with a 5 month old than it is with a 2 month old 🤦🏼♀️. Still worth it though. Power through!! 👊🏻👊🏻 #byebyeroots#youllunderstandwhenyoureolderagatha
68 52412:32 PM Aug 29, 2018
I love my curly angelic looking son with all my heart, but he tests every nerve I own at the moment.
I have to remind myself of all the change he has been through in his very short life so far but I cannot let that be an excuse for his behaviour.
Today he tested me beyond measure, I’m so tired after many sleepless nights with him, he doesn’t eat properly and he has been violent towards his brother with hourly screaming tantrums.
The chant of “this too shall pass” has been uttered hundreds of times, the thought of holidays being nearly over has kept me going.
Ultimately my current tactics aren’t working and for all of our sakes I will have to change direction.
This parenting lark is about always learning #everychildisdifferent and #reallifeparenting means we always have to adapt. I want to get this right for all of us, because when he is good he is very very good, but when he is bad he is horrid.
5 389:23 PM Aug 28, 2018
We've been in Wales on an impromptu bank holiday break with family. It's been wonderfully chaotic as most of our life is. We planned to camp outside but on arrival we discovered lots of our camping gear had not survived @campbestival. Probably should have checked it before we left. Hindsight is a marvelous thing. So we glamped in the front room of our families rented accommodation. Edith enjoyed a shampoo shower in the car after finding a bottle of baby shampoo in Flo's bag. Flo had an asthma attack and ended the holiday in hospital. Nothing like a hospital visit to snap you out of holiday mode. However amongst the drama we've enjoyed some truly magical time together. Come rain or shine we've been at the beach and in the sea. We've swam in the sea, played cricket on the beach and sat back and watched the kids play beautifully with their cousins and reconnected with family. @mother_freckle and I even enjoyed a romantic kayak together. A proper roller-coaster of a bank holiday weekend our end. Hope yours was a gooden #bankholidayweekend#family#familytime
39 4737:05 PM Aug 28, 2018
Pic NOT from The Big Feastival. Unfortunately. This is one of those posts where the pic looks pretty but the reality couldn’t be further from the truth... If you saw my stories yesterday you might have seen that we attempted to go to @thebigfeastival... in the torrential rain. We knew it was forecast rain but didn’t expect it to be THAT bad. Oh my god it was awful. Such a shame because The Big Feastival just looks/is amazing and we were so looking forward to it but it was a catastrophe of events... first my youngest fell out of the car when we arrived! He was sat in the passenger seat playing while I got his sister ready, when I opened the door out he tumbled... so he was all upset. As was I. But okay.
Anyway we got in and headed to the main stage to see @cbeebieshq@andyandtheoddsocks who they LOVE. But they hated it. Crying and screaming ‘loud’ and ‘cold’.
Then the rain. God the rain. Even with waterproofs & umbrellas we were soaking! So when Jesse’s lips started looking a bit blue and both were shivering we called time and thought we’d head home... we’d been there for just over an hour.
The kids got all upset that they weren’t going to meet Peppa Pig (which I’d stupidly promised) so we spent £50 on unicorn & tiger onesies as bribes to get them in the car (thinking at least they’d be warm and might sleep...).
They didn’t sleep in the car and we got stuck in traffic for over 3 hours! The youngest sobbing for most of the journey as this is the first week he hasn’t had his dummy (we took it away after a dentists visit earlier this week).
They cried. I cried. We all cried. And argued. And we didn’t even get to try any of the amazing food. Or take any pretty Instagram pics.
Moral of the story. Don’t take really young kids to a festival in torrential rain. We’ll try again next year (desperate for the macaroni/cheese sausage thing)... pic from a LOVELY day out with friends @audleyendminiaturerailway last weekend instead.
My husband NEVER says ‘I don’t know how you do it’ but when he does (we’ve all been in all day and it’s raining 🤪) it’s like a sweet blessing from the angels, and better than a day spent by myself watching Murder She Wrote and eating yellow freezer food. (Not to sound so self-sacrificing, I really don’t do much 😆 But he doesn’t know that)
21 3262:07 PM Aug 26, 2018
This is the face of a mother who has a teenager.
It’s no joke having a teenager, mine is a great boy, doesn’t give me much trouble at all. Yesterday, I had my first real wobble of realisation that my role as his mother was different to that of his siblings now.
He got his GCSE results, and in those moments as we opened the envelope, I realised that whatever it says, I can’t do anything about it. I can’t fix it if it’s all gone wrong. He is now mostly in charge of his own destiny, my role as his mum isn’t one of need on his behalf anymore. He doesn’t need me, he really has got most of this on his own now and that was a tough thing for me to realise.
I spend so much of my life doing things the children need, making sure their lives are ok, that the sudden realisation I don’t have that control for him now left me emotional.
So now I’m learning to be a better parent of a young adult, a new challenge, one I’m sure I won’t get right all the time.
So after yesterday’s post, it seems like we’re all in unanimous agreement that swimming lessons are a big load of wanky bollocks🏊♀️🖕🏻. But you know, the kids not drowning is kind of important. And so united we soldier on through the manky wet hell that is swimming lessons. And yes, that’s my child actually in a locker. FML, I didn’t sign up for this shit 😂😬.
17 12010:11 AM Jan 26, 2018
Double buggy update: the five year old has regressed three years and now needs to squeeze into in at all times. The baby will only go in it for five minutes before I have to carry her and push the other two (I’m a soft touch). And double buggy hand blisters are a thing. On the other hand - 💪🏻 💪🏻 - definitely getting fit over here 😅
33 3005:38 AM Aug 22, 2018
According to kids, valentines means writing something sweet to Mummy, singing lovely songs then continuing about your day as if you never said or wrote those sweet things! Sometimes I really wonder about kids! I always seem to see well behaved quiet obedient children and then find myself locked into a battle of wills with my own.....yet I know Birdy has a fiery good heart of her own and she just means to show how opinionated and comfortable but jeez....love her or be infuriated by her - I wouldnt change her, I probably wouldn't know what to do with a quiet retiring kid! I'd be lost without her moods/zest of a fight in life/sass..... maybe baby mouse will be the gentle quiet soul! #firecrackerkids#kidsarecrazy#bonkersbutbeautiful#familyovereverything#zestforlife
Parenting for the win...not 🙈 what a long cranky day we've had...in my defence Bea did a sleep study last night and the machine's alarms kept going off...hopefully just because she's a wriggler...then I took both darlings to the supermarket to stock up 😬the cashier said that I was incredibly calm with my darlings...she clearly couldn't hear the teeth grinding...and to complete the set they've started muck spreading the fields 😷 #notparentingtheshitoutoflife#netflixsavedmylife#schoolholidays