Going Potty(guess who deleted the original oops)

(Original Post Date – 9/2/17 – accidentally deleted the original, bad Lisa)

The potty is sending me potty.

The mancub was two in November and all I have heard since he was 18 months old is how I should be potty training him. Continue reading “Going Potty(guess who deleted the original oops)”

Dear Me, pre-motherhood, when my arse didn’t require its own postcode

Dear Me, pre-motherhood, AKA 2013-me.

You may not believe this but in four years time you will be a mum to a little shit boisterous free-spirited two year old mancub you named the mancub.

Crazy right – they’ve just told you that you can’t conceive naturally, that you don’t ovulate. Continue reading “Dear Me, pre-motherhood, when my arse didn’t require its own postcode”