Sunday, 21 January 2018

15 Basic AF Things That Make Me Happy

Now my children are both in school full time and I have a little bit more time on my hands, I thought would make a list of all the things that make me really happy (aside from them). Those little things that really cheer me up, squeal and make me text my mates "YES!". I wanted to make a list to motivate me for the rest of this year. When I made the list it dawned on me. I am either a) really old b) really, really boring c) really f*cking easy to please or d) tragically all of the above. So behold ridiculously basic things that make me ridiculously happy. My former cool AF 23 year old self? Is mocking me from the sidelines. B*tch.

1. A gift bag that I can reuse (woe betide the person who gives it with the label written on).

2. Forget freshly washed sheets. A freshly washed dressing gown? The f*cking dream people! No more stinking like a hobo.

3. Buying new pants that aren't saggy and 'may' have a few holes and a pair of new slippers that aren't a health and safety hazard.

4. A really big hot mug of tea in one of my favourite mugs. Preferably nowhere near my children.


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Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Hoping For Change For My Children

Recently I have been thinking a lot about my daughter growing up. In light of the allegations made against a host of well known producers, directors, photographers and so on it has made me think about what it is like to be a woman today. I am fortunate enough to say that I have never been on the end of sexual abuse. But I have most certainly had the odd slap on the bum when I worked behind a bar, that one boyfriend who possibly took things a bit too far when I said "no" and the man in a nightclub who thought it was fine to grab my breasts as I walked to the toilets.

I just kind of thought that was what being a woman was all about. That really it was just part of our lives to expect the odd cat call here and there. The bit of banter at work about the way we look. I never really gave it that much thought. Until recently. Until it dawned on me that that is what my daughter may have to put up with. Since I could go out on my own there has always been that thing in the back of my mind. A little warning. An element of danger. I don't want her to feel that.

I was in a car park the other day in a lift alone. A man got in. And there was that little moment in my head of desperately wanting someone else to get in. Preferably a woman. I am quite sure that the man was just minding his own business probably wondering what he was having for his dinner, maybe just thinking about work. But I was thinking about how long until we got to the next floor and how quickly could I escape.


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Monday, 15 January 2018

A Week Of Meal Planning!

As a lot of you will remember we moved house last year. I ADORED our last house, so much so I wept buckets when we left. But we had just outgrown it. Our new house is very similar as I love the terraced style but it does have offer more room. Especially downstairs which is an open plan living room/kitchen/dining area. My job for 2018 is to decorate it. So when AO asked us to review their Hisense American Fridge Freezer it was perfect timing. However they asked us to do it with a bit of a twist. Give it a trial run by setting us a challenge for the New Year. Writing down and filming how we got on.



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Thursday, 11 January 2018

This Year I'm Going To Be A Better Mum

I have decided in 2018 I am going to be a better Mum! That's my plan. That's my goal. As my children are that bit older now I figure that they will start to remember stuff that happens. That their memories will form the basis of their personalities when they are older. This scares the sh*t out of me. As a lover of really messed up documentaries, more often than not a scary psychopathic murderer will have done the crime due to their childhood. So 2018 I AM GOING TO BE THE BEST MUM EVER.  I ain't growing no murderers in this household!

I have decided I am going to tackle this in a variety of ways. For a start I am going to be more organised. Never again will my daughter forget her violin. Never again will my son not have his PE kit at the start of term. Whilst I know my limitations and fancy dress outfits for World Book Day will never be homemade. I will be sorted enough to not scream at my husband "WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!" the night before. They will be laid out neatly and ready for at least a week.


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Sunday, 7 January 2018

To My Beautiful Boy. Thank God You Are 5...

To my beautiful boy

My youngest. My gorgeous baby. The one who I shall refer to as my baby until you are in your 40's and towering above me. Hell I shall call you my baby even after then. You are five. I refuse to believe you are anything other than two. Max. I'm not going to lie but four. Four has been tough. I love the idea of you phoning me up when you are tearing your hair out with your own four year old and I can point you in the direction of this letter and say "I've been there my darling".

Four has involved a lot of love and patience on my side. A lot of anger and tantrums on yours. There have been a few weeks where I have wondered what on earth I have done wrong to make you behave the way you have. I have gone to bed crying. Wondering why you get so very cross. Only to wake up the next day to carry on and hope for the best. You're stubborn. So very, very stubborn. We've missed the odd family event here and there when you have been going through these phases. I've stayed in bed and held you whilst we watched TV and protected the world from your anger.


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