Let me start by saying that today has NOT worked out as I had planned. It’s Tuesday which is officially my day off as both the Lord and the General are usually at school. Unfortunately, the winter bug has finally found our house and floored the both of them.
So, I have cancelled my plans to ‘do lunch’ and instead have endured hours of seemingly endless episodes of twatty pigs, thick as pigshit dogs in uniform and talking cars. Continue reading
A few weeks ago, Mr. British Maple sent me an article from the Huffington Post about why parents are more exhausted than you think they should be. Obviously, having not slept for the past four years, it piqued my interest.
No one will dread this weekend more than parents of toddlers. Why? Because around 100 years ago some cockwomble of a man decided it was a good idea to change time…TWICE A YEAR!
As I write this I am on my third cup of coffee having been up for FIVE hours (and it’s only 9:45am) so, as you can imagine, this will inevitably be a sleep-deprived, caffeine-fuelled, angry-mama rant of a post (with some vaguely interesting facts spattered amongst the expletives). Continue reading
Wednesdays are my second favourite day of the week because the Lord is safely out of the way at daycare (Fridays are my favourite day of all because they’re both in daycare – does that make me a bad mummy?!)
Anyway, on this, my second favourite day, I took the General to the park and for once, he was pretty content to play with other children without my involvement. This gave me some much-needed time to sit and reflect. I resisted the urge to get out my phone to catch up on the three texts I’d still not replied to and just watched. Continue reading
Once upon a time there was a girl who met a guy.
They fell in love, bought a house, got married, moved to Canada, had a baby and never slept again…The End?! Well, we can’t actually see the end but every single, cosmo-foresaken night we hope to the ends of the Earth that tonight will be the night that they finally both sleep.
WARNING: there are boobies in this post!
This is quite a brave post for me to write and the fact that it is a brave post saddens me greatly. For some of my close friends, this will come as no surprise but for all my other FBBFF (Facebook Best Friends Forever) I anticipate reactions ranging from raised eyebrows, scrunched noses and a few ‘good for you’ silent nods.
Here goes…I still nurse BOTH my boys. Yep, you read that correctly…both the Lord and the General are still on the boob!
The British Maple 