I am a single mother, I have been all my parenting life. Ten years of getting children up, feeding them, dressing them, loving them, being at their beck and call. Is it easy? No! Its exhausting…well it is if you constantly trying to fit everything into the day that they need. Homework, school runs, beavers, sports clubs, doctors/dentist/opticians and the various other health appointments, parent’s evenings and school stuff. That’s before you’ve even started on the cooking and cleaning…. Let alone breathing for a second to simply ask, ‘Did you have a good day?’ and offering a hug or two. I do it all….alone. Mummy and Nathan #firstlove   I have found myself on the receiving end of a fair amount of stick this year, to the point that it has reduced me to tears and stressed me out that much, I felt worthless. This has all come from one place but has been constant for some time and I have honesty felt like I am walking on eggshells. I sat back and thought to myself, in the t

After finding endless amounts of Bunchems stuck in the living room rug, I began mentally listing the irritating toys we have in our house, so I have compiled them into a list for you and see if you share the same pain. Jack picking toys at Toys R Us!   Here goes... 1.        Furby . Jack likes his furby, the feeling is not mutual. Furby is irritating when he is in a good mood, when he goes off on one, and is telling you to shut up and sarcastically repeating ‘Oh my God’ at me, he is going to get thrown out of the window. Jack still believes his batteries have gone. 2.        Lego !! Lego is great, its great for childs development and fine motor skills, especially as Jack has recently been diagnosed with DCD, so I tolerate the mess it causes. However, its not great when you are standing on pieces of it running to the loo in the middle of the night or jamming the hoover with that important piece that means the entire set is now non and void. 3.       

2 weeks ago, we lost a valuable member in our home, I completely took her for granted until I saw how much I depended on her when she was no longer there. She did so much for us for 5 long years, always cooperated even when we pushed her buttons…. Which we did often and used her so much, often forgetting to say thank you. She was left spinning often by herself as we carried on with our hectic lives. When the laundry started to mount and the house began to smell like feet, I really noticed how much we really needed her. My dear Bek, so considerate to everyone. Literally opened her door to all no matter how dirty they were. Whatever shocking state they arrived in, but just getting on with it anyway and we saw some sights and guaranteed 1hr 58 mins later, everything would be alright. My Bek… this week your replacement arrived, and she is like your twin. Same colour, same make, a little quieter but all in all, our house is starting to return to normal. We take comfort knowing your major

  As I am sure many of you know, it’s been a tough time for England over the last couple of months. We as a country have seen things we never wanted too. Our children of the UK were targeted at Ariana Grande's 'Dangerous Woman' concert at Manchester Arena. Sadly, we lost 22 lives, one little 8-year-old child from our town. Then again in London, we faced further terrorist attacks on London Bridge and Borough Market. This attack did not just affect the United Kingdom, but citizens from all over the world lost their lives. After all, we are a multi-cultural country where everyone is an individual. Where we welcome all to live peacefully amongst us. Thank fully the majority are just that, peaceful and kind.  The nature of our country shone through when we were stuck with further disaster, L ondon faced the towering inferno of Grenfell Tower which was truly heart-breaking and the death toll is still rising. The country is pulling together once again to support these victim

  After the very public questioning from Nathan on the bus the other day about the meaning of ‘semen’ following his lesson on reproduction at school, today he announces ‘Mummy, did you know sometimes girls kiss boy’s willies, why would they do that?’ Followed by ‘Is it true men stick willies up peoples’ bums?’, I began to think it was time for the talk. For those of you who have not read my previous posts, Nathan is 10 years old… almost 11 so I feel I’ve done well so far to avoid these types of questions. He has still never questioned me on the existence of Father Christmas which in the order of child development, I’m sure would have come first.   I was slightly wary of this talk, I was given the job of telling my little brother about the birds and the bees when he was in year 6. He wound up being gay, I’m sure I told him right. In fact, I’m positive I told him what went in what hole. I even drew him diagrams to show him what went where as he was in shock. He is not so innocent