With the recent cold weather the days have been long and the nights even longer; and with my anxiety a little on the rotten side at present I’ve been putting some extra effort into the little things that make me happy.
As a parent weekends don’t really exist, lets be honest – but I love the feeling of a Saturday morning, when you can watch cookery shows and cartoons until lunchtime, stay in your pyjamas a little bit longer and chill out. Today was no different. The hubs is working, so it’s just me, the mancub […]
My anxiety has been awful this week – I’m blaming hormones as there isn’t really any other reason for crying all the time and being so anxious over everything. I feel totally out of sorts – and I just want to feel a bit more, well, normal again. I’ve tried so hard to keep my […]
It’s Thursday lunchtime, the boy is at preschool and the dog is going batshit crazy over a cat in the garden. I’m sat at my desk(the kitchen table) eating crudites(posh name for carrot sticks innit) and hummus(middle class wannabe) and enjoying the quiet.
Maybe once a week I find myself looking out the window and dreaming of sunny skies and holidays. I haven’t been abroad since we had the mancub three years ago and I really want to book a holiday abroad. Sometimes I find myself looking through social media and looking at the pre-child holidays, every summer […]
Off the back of our recent potty training success I wanted to dedicate a post to potty training and ways to make it as stress-free and easy as possible. Every child is different, I’ve mentioned this before and I bang on about it regularly, I also am a huge believer in maternal instinct and how […]
The boy is somewhere around 3 years and 3 months old and it seems we’ve reached another of those annoying but apparently necessary toddler stages this week.
Last week a momentous event happened. At 3 years and 2 months old the little man told me one morning before preschool that he was a big boy and wanted to wear pants.
Rest. I’d forgotten the meaning of the word to be honest. My AS diagnosis before Christmas has massively changed my mindset – I should be looking after myself, taking it easy and working within my limits. Unfortunately this isn’t the change I mean – I’ve turned into a chronic illness rebel.
We’ve been decorating recently, starting with the kitchen and now we are about the start the front room.