This isn’t a women are superior, men are idiots type blog however it definitely supports the men are from Mars, women are from Venus thinking. It’s thinking (or lack of) that I’m talking about. I just don’t understand how two people, sharing so many qualities and values not to mention a life and 4 children … More I do not understand men.
Here I am, once again, waiting for the sounds of “how dare you put me to bed” screams to stop whilst sitting on the sofa wondering whether to clean, hang the washing out, tackle The List or just crack open some biscuits and regress into pajamas. It’s 10.45am on a Wednesday morning and so far … More I love my child but…
So here we are again, the dreaded morning. Admittedly we only have a few left until the schools close for Christmas but it very much feels like we are all crawling towards the finish line. Exhausted. Late. With 4 children and 1 husband clinging to your feet like the worlds shitest relay team. This morning … More Gone in 60 seconds
Today actually started out really well. The Baby slept through the night waking at around 6.30am without an explosive code brown to attend to, The Bastard Dog hadn’t shamed himself in the kitchen and The Bearded One’s snoring was relatively relaxed. All in all a strong start to the day. The kids needed a gentle … More The Christmas Play.
Where do I even start? Every day is a glaring reminder of why I started this blog in the first place, because our life is genuinely totally fucking ridiculous. Nothing is normal and today has been no different. I woke up around 4am to the sound of The Bastard Dog click clacking around with his … More I dare you to order a Chinese!
I feel like Cinderella on her way to the ball. All my chores are done and I’m about to get in my pumpkin carriage. By ball I mean get into bed and watch crap tv for the first time since 1st November 2016. How do I know this specific date? It’s the day my son … More Nobody puts Baby in the corner… but they do put him in his own room.
5.58am – The Baby wakes up – this is considered a lay in – immediately grateful for extra hour of sleep. 6.16am – Still sitting on edge of bed whilst The Baby uses you as a climbing frame as you try to remember your name, what day it is and how many children are in … More #Mumlife
FURIOUS. Having rearranged the front room to accommodate The Baby’s insanely large play pen I decided the sofas needed brightening up and as such retrieved some of my “spare cushions” hidden away so no grubby fingers or paws could get them. Less than 24 hours later and The Dog has been given ANOTHER one of … More The Bastard Dog
Whilst an overly descriptive and seemingly unnecessary title, it is in fact an entirely accurate summary of the day our son was born. There are many things I could write about (and I will) however this particular entry is inspired but a relatively pissed conversation I had with The Bearded One. He tells me often … More The day a head popped out my front bum and my husband took a shit in a bucket.
If you read my previous entry you’ll know that the last few months have been somewhat challenging for me. Having overcome lots of hurdles with the help of The Bearded One I am back to my usual sarcastic, inappropriate self and so returns the blog. One of the suggestions to help me in my quest … More Sunday is the day of “rest”