The Witching Hour. If you’ve been there, you know. If you’ve not, I sincerely hope you never do. Continue reading
I am convinced everyone venturing into the world of mother and baby groups will have thought most (if not all) of these things to themselves at some point. What would you add to the list? Continue reading
I’m not a superstitious person. I will walk under ladders, open umbrellas inside, put new shoes on the table and say ‘Macbeth’ out loud in the theatre all without fear of bringing bad luck upon myself or my nearest and dearest. Even so, my journey into the world of parenthood so far has left me fairly convinced that there is one area in life that should always be treated with the utmost caution. I have become superstitious about just one thing. Continue reading
We are on the brink of moving our little man into his own room and I have been counting down to that milestone with unashamedly gleeful anticipation. To have our room back again. To be able to use our en suite! It’s the stuff of dreams. Even so, I have to admit there have been some hilarious moments during the time the little beast has taken over our room, and lots of small things that I imagine I’ll look back on fondly and smile about years from now. Continue reading
For many women maternity leave is that wonderful time we get to put our working lives on hold for a bit and stay at home, learning the ins and outs of our brand new job- motherhood. There are some wonderful perks to maternity leave. There are also some less than wonderful aspects to time at home with little more than a baby for company. These are some of the highs and lows from my experience.
Sleep envy. It’s a real thing, and I’m slightly ashamed to say I’ve got it. I try not to show it but every time a mother at a baby group mentions how their little one has ‘slept through since he was 10 weeks old’ I feel myself rapidly going a Shrek shade of green with jealousy. What I wouldn’t give for a good nights sleep. Continue reading
The Poo Lottery. In our house, it’s big news. Winning the Poo Lottery is the stuff of dreams. (For me at least, as my husband seems to fair a lot better than I do at this particular game.) I seem to find myself on the losing end of the Poo Lottery far more often than I’d like. Unlike the normal lottery though I can’t just choose not to buy a ticket. When that baby goes he goes, and somebody has to clean up the mess! (Not to mention the smell…) Continue reading