As a mummy, the hardest part of the day is always 6am-9am.This is when most of the tantrums happen & the tears shed( mostly by me ). If I can survive those first 3 hours without requiring the need to head straight to Bargain Booze after the Nursery drop off then I can face anything the day throws at me.This morning was an extra special…

I have read many articles about how other mothers felt they lost their identities when they became mothers.Well I havent lost mine. More annoying than loosing something mine just went to live under the huge pile washing in the kitchen , the bathroom that needs moping & the nightly dinner that needs preparing between home work & bath time . I didn’t start this blog…

        So here I am at 7.28 sitting on the train to Manchester to go into see my boss to discuss my return to the working world in September. Up until this morning I was uber excited with the thought of wearing a posh outfit , putting on my heels and using my brain cells in a real adult conversation. But as…

I spend 90% of the time looking forward to a rest from my nearly 4 year old son. To say he’s hyperactive would be an understatement and when you have been up all night with a poorly baby you dream that he will just play nicely with his Lego or sit and watch a Disney film. But let’s face it that’s not going to happen…

My daughter gets Christened on Sunday so we had a visit from the Parish Vicar for tea and a chat about the service. Having picked my son up early from nursery and explained who the vicar was ( or so I thought I had ) and how he needed to be a good boy, I had just enough time to stick a dress on my daughter and baby…

First I must say that both my children were well planned and very much wanted. My job, which I’m on MAT leave from with baby No2 requires a high level of organisation and planning so when it comes to my ‘home life’ I organise & plan just the same. The reason I decided to have my 1st baby was I didn’t want to get to 40,…