Occasionally we actually leave the house for a dinner date. Whilst this may appear quite romantic, I am likening it more to a mummy ‘mental health’ break. Just lucky I have someone to come along with me who, with just a few squirts of aftershave and an ironed shirt (that had nothing to do with…
Trying Toddlers
AT LEAST THERE WERE DONUTS
#NB : Trust me; this is not a paid review or freebie…this is simply my life as a mum. x Roll up, Roll up, For the happiest show on earth…. Or is it? We were off to the Circus. I was excited. Husband was pumped; and the kids were jumping off the walls. After tipping…
QUEEN OF THE ROAD
This post was featured on : The sun was shining. The day lay empty in front of me. The lure of the open ride was calling, so I popped the shades on, tapped into the Thelma and Louise vibe (either/or…not fussy…they both ogled Brad Pitt…) and cranked up George Michael’s, “FREEDOM”. I belted it out,…
EYES WIDE OPEN
The kids are sleeping. And I am awake. Could it be? Is it happening? If I actually speak it out loud, will it all unravel? (Well, that’s OK; got ’em on a technicality as I am actually only writing this, right?) Touch wood and all that; but, mate, I will lie myself plank style on…
A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR
The ‘real-deal’ Mary Poppins visited my house last week. Sure – her hair was a short, spiky, shade of crimson and she left according to her watch (not a wind change) but she saved my ass in the most delightful way. I, (AKA Mrs Banks), was elbows deep in sugar. Crap was strewn from one…
TENT ORIGAMI : CAMPING WITH THE BILLY LIDS
The Husband likes camping and sometimes considers himself to be Bear Grylls. I like 5 star. In order to ‘compromise’, sometimes I need to suck it up and buy the dry shampoo and start the novena for good weather. So now that we have a permanent plastic container with CAMPING SUPPLIES written on the side…
FEELING WASHED UP; MY TIME AT THE LINE
Remember the days you used to hand wash your underwear? Matching sets no less? Nowadays, if it doesn’t go in the washing machine (and actually needs ironing), it doesn’t get bought. But there was a time when a bit of lacy lingerie would flutter on my washing line. Anything new would be washed first (as…
MY CHRISTMAS ‘WRAP-UP’
With the risk of sending you blindly screaming from this blog with cold sweat prickling your spine, I cannot let the holiday go past without sharing a little of my ‘choice’ observations with you. Let us begin with the Christmas shopping, shall we…. If you are that smug mummy who had shopped, wrapped and stored…
