Wednesday, 22 June 2016

My One Week Of Cray

If you're not into TMI this blog post isn't for you. If you're don't enjoy moaning women. Again? This won't be your cup of tea. This is about my one week of cray. And by cray I mean crazy but I am trying to be all down with da kidz like a brummie Kim Kardashian. It's about PMS. It's about the one week a month where I am on an emotional roller coaster and have learnt to embrace the fact that during this seven days? I am screwed and so is anyone who gets near me.

I am generally a chirpy person. I like to make people smile. I enjoy being silly and from reading my blogs and watching my videos I think you should know by now I don't really have much shame. I am a totally open book. And then along comes my week of cray and I turn into a shadow of myself. I want to lock myself away, lie face down on the bed all the time rather than the five minutes I do each day about 5:45pm. It's horrible. And I hate it. It changes me and it only seems to have got worse since I have had children.

I am a shadow of my former self. Whilst last week I could have howled with laughter about something someone said? This week someone could say something similar and it would make me weep and shout. A joke my husband makes about the washing up that would have once been met with a "f*ck off" and an eye roll could send me off crying for two hours. He's baffled, bless him, but he's come to understand that during this week of cray he is better off out of my way unless he brings chocolate and a compliment about my hair.

You better bring me chocolate or I'll fight you

Wicked Wednesdays 22nd June

Hello and welcome to this week's Wicked Wednesdays! I hope you have had a good week? We had a great time at Splash Landings this weekend for Fathers Day. I am still exhausted now. Kids have SO much energy. Scrap that. My husband was far worse than them. Lunatic. Hopefully I will see some of you at BritMums over the weekend. Come and say "Hi" if you see me roaming around aimlessly trying to ram free sh*t in my bag.

My favourites from last week were a very dramatic princess from This Price Is Usually Right, a few classic family shots from Mummy Here And There and a vanishing toddler from Teen Tween Toddler. Thanks so much for linking up guys! Can't wait to see what you have got lined up me this week! As per usual link up, comment lots and hopefully the comments will come back in return. If you know of any new bloggers that chat about the dafter side of family life let them know about the linky so we can get the crew bigger! Have a good week and I will see you same time, same place next week.
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Tuesday, 21 June 2016

The Five Stages Of RELENTLESS Laundry

It may be a pile in the corner of your bedroom or an over flowing basket in your bathroom. It could even be a bag of mouldy swimming costumes shoved in a case from your holiday a month ago. Wherever the washing is lurking. And believe you me it will be lurking somewhere. I choose to ignore it. Until I realise that I can't get any more stains out of school clothes with baby wipes and my jeggings have seen better days (#saggyass). It's time to crack on with the never ending relentless washing.


The never ending waaaaasssshhhhhiiiinnnng

Monday, 20 June 2016

Splashing Around With Konfidence!

Earlier in the year we were lucky enough to be asked by kids swimwear company Konfidence to be one of their blogger swimologist ambassadors. The highlight of working with them was to go to Splash Landings at Alton Towers to try out some of their products in one of the countries best indoors swimming pools. So this Father's Day weekend we packed up our towels, wetsuits and secret Dad's Day cards and drove up to have a fantastic mini break away.

Thursday, 16 June 2016

How To Handle The Fear

This evening the news is full of yet another story of a tragic life lost to violence. Currently you can't read a paper or listen to the radio without being bombarded with horrific acts of terrorism or hatred. The hooliganism at the Euros is mindless and the never ending "should we, shouldn't we" leave Europe plays on my mind. And I am fearful. I am fearful that I have brought two small humans into a world where they may be discriminated against due to their sexual orientation. Where racism is still rife and acceptance is not. It worries me. A lot.

Growing up in Birmingham means that I have been lucky enough to have always been surrounded by a range of different people. I went to school in the very multi-cultural area of the city and my youth was spent with friends in gay clubs. People being 'different' to me has never been an issue. I am an RE teacher and spend my days encouraging the teens of today that we are all equal. I explain differences in order to create acceptance. But the world we are living in at the moment is not the world I grew up in.

The Don't Beat Yourself Up Guide To Cleaning

Before I had kids I used to enjoy a clean every week. I would happily pootle around my house. Dusting the odd knick knack. Running the vacuum round once. And feeling happy and content when I lit a Yankee Candle. The whole process took an hour. Or maybe two if I decided to change the beds. And then? Kids came along. And I didn't own a tumble dryer and it was December. And I would weep as I hung never ending baby grows on all the radiators throughout the house. Every time I changed the sheets a small human would wee on it, a boob would leak in it and lest we forget the time my son sharted into my husbands eye and all up our brand new couch.

My house is NEVER clean. That's a lie. I clean mainly on a Thursday whilst they are both out of the house. So it's clean for one whole hour. By clean I mean that the washing basket is still half full and the dog bowl is still filthy but at least I can see the floor. Then within three minutes of them returning? Yogurt is dropped on the rug in the living room, shoes are thrown around the place and I find crumbs in every crevice and raisins stuck to the bottom of every shoe.

5 Tips To Get Your Tots To Sleep This Summer

Ah the joy of summer. There's nothing like the warm weather (when it's not tipping it down), eating ice lollies in the garden and running around playing in the paddling pool. It's all fun and games. have to try and get your small children to go to bed at their normal bedtime. WHICH CAN BE A NIGHTMARE! It's fine in the winter months when it is dark outside but as soon as that little ray of sunshine glows through their bedroom window? You are screwed. So here are a few ways I get my two to sleep whilst the sun still shines.

Stick To A Routine
It's tempting when the weather is a bit brighter to keep your children up later. But I find that that leads to irritability (me and them) and a further struggle to get them to bed when you want to. We stick to the same routine day in, day out. And even try to on holiday. It's the old bath, book and bed one. I am very lucky that my husband does this solo and regardless of what time of the year it is? He always starts it about 6:15pm.