50 shades of grey… knickers?

Married life.  Hmmmm.

In the movies it looks like sunshine, rainbows, cute fluffy bunnies and a whirlwind of happiness.

I’ve recently had my second wedding anniversary and we celebrated with a reheated dinner while hubs played the PS4.

Romantic AF.

Growing up I envisaged myself as a glamorous domestic goddess; with a gleaming house clad in Laura Ashley wallpaper and shabby chic furniture arranged as per Feng Shui, hygge or some other ridiculously boho fad.


I live in a rented shoe-box which is decked out in spew-inducing Magnolia paint and half of IKEA.

I’m about as glamorous as a steaming dog turd.

I don’t own anything from Laura Ashley; my house consists of items sourced mostly eBay and my local charity shop.

But would I change it?

No fucking way.

Our life together has been challenging to say the least and I think me and hubs forget that – we experienced years of infertility and a surprise planned-but-accidental pregnancy which resulted in us getting married when the small one was six months old.

There is no stress quite like having a baby and getting married in the space of six months.  How we got through it I don’t know, but that’s that point right there – we got through it!

We watched a programme about Einstein the other day(contain yourselves, excitement central right there) and laughed at a moment when a doctor in the early 1900’s told Mileva Marec, Einstein’s first wife that she was ‘hysterical’ and he was concerned about her melancholy.

He suggested she should ‘lay with her husband and that will remedy her psychiatric problems’.

Typical man, a shag will fix your problems  – this was the thought in the olden days; that women went bat-shit-cray-cray if they didn’t drop their drawers once in a while.

A few years back we all got a bit kinky and 50 shades of grey showed us that it was cool to be horny and BDSM was the norm.

Housewives everywhere were popping into town for the usual household shopping and foot-long dildos.

50 shades of grey knickers in my case –  my post-baby figure and lack of pennies means I live in my uber-gross washed-out grey apple-catchers.

My poor husband; surely there is no greater passion killer than your wife in horrendous pants.

We have our ups and downs but ultimately we have a good relationship; he’s my best mate and irritating as hell but he gave me my little boy and he makes me laugh.

I wish he’d put his fucking pants in the wash bin, though.



#FatherhoodFriday featuring Kaiden Laverty

I have been in the blogging world for a few months now and I love The Bloggerhood – I’ve (virtually) met so many lovely people and I wanted to celebrate this by featuring some amazing daddy bloggers.

The blogging world is predominantly female-orientated and recently there’s been a spate of dad-blogger bashing which is not cool.

#FatherhoodFriday is a celebration of daddy bloggers and I’m so excited to share some awesome bloggers with you  – for anyone wishing to take part, you are more than welcome, please get in touch! Continue reading “#FatherhoodFriday featuring Kaiden Laverty”

Days out with a toddler: Howletts Wild Animal Park

We love a zoo, and are spoilt for choice in Kent as we have plenty within a 90-minute drive, Howletts being one of them.

As always pennies are tight and we did a bit of research to find deals and the cheapest place to visit,

Most places offered adult admission for around the £20 mark and most charged for children two and over; a little naughty in my opinion – especially when a child ticket is a couple of pounds less than an adult… Continue reading “Days out with a toddler: Howletts Wild Animal Park”