One of the problems I have had since giving birth is that I have lost myself. I have discovered myself as a parent – and motherhood is the greatest challenge I have ever faced – however, as a person in their own right, I am not happy. I am still holding on to my baby weight… Continue reading Lost in Motherhood.
I was six months pregnant when I brought Bertie home (and that was my first mistake). He had appeared on an online selling site, and someone had commented on his advert with a photo of two Staffordshire Bull Terriers fighting as their profile picture and page header. I fell in love and I couldn’t bear… Continue reading Bertie Basset Hound
Or tattoos. Or dreadlocks. One of the things I have found in life is that people are judgemental. No matter what you do, people have to pass comment. Get a new haircut? Someone will have to say something. Changed your make up? Everyone is suddenly a make up artist. Chosen to become a mum? People will give… Continue reading You can’t possibly parent with piercings.
Last Tuesday, a completely naive decision on my part led to Little R taking a tumble down our staircase. It was, of course, a complete accident – apparently she’s pretty mobile now! – but it has resulted in me being too terrified to leave her alone, even for five seconds. I haven’t even managed to… Continue reading Five Minutes Peace.
By 9.45 this morning, I was showered, dressed, my make up was done, Little R was dressed, we had both eaten breakfast, we had played in the sandpit, I had done two loads of washing, hoovered downstairs and washed the pots. Husband was still in bed. I made him a mushroom, bacon, egg and sausage… Continue reading I think I hate my husband.
For those of you who know me, follow me on Twitter or have just read my ‘About Me’, you will know that I eventually want to be a journalist. I have a passion for writing and I hope it is something that I am pretty good at. I am currently building a portfolio of things… Continue reading Guest Blogger.