I recently read the following post on one of my favourite blogs, Thinly Spread. I really admire Christine and her commitment to ethical blogging. I too am passionate about living a sustainable lifestyle and supporting companies with good ethical practises. I've boycotted Nestle since my teens. I've chosen to do this because of their continuing aggressive marketing of formula milk in countries where Read More.
I am back from my jaunt up North. It was a mixed holiday, there was fun, food, and puke. Essential ingredients of every family holiday, right? No? Just ours then. Our first stop was Bridlington, home of my Father In Law, this was our annual family pilgrimage to visit him. Let me explain. I met my husband in Scarborough, where I was studying contemporary dance at university. He was living in Bridlington, Read More.
As a Mummy blogger I reckon I must occasionally blog about tantrums and pooh, sorry. Wonder Girl is rapidly approaching two and as such is perfecting the art of the tantrum. Since she is my third I kinda thought I had tantrums and their management all sewed up. However what I hadn't reckoned for was my little girl perfecting the best tantrums that the Purple household has ever seen, and she is only Read More.
Last week I wrote this post, explaining the situation I was in with the school taking interest in the contents of my blog. I mentioned that I was pretty sure that another Mother had probably complained about it to the head. Within an hour of publishing the post I was on the school run, and another Mother let me know it was her concerns that had started all this. I respect that she came forward and Read More.
Those of you avidly following my blog (a girl can dream, right) will have read my original post last week, The School Run. The earlier part of the school run is stressful enough, but unfortunately it's not over when I get my children out of my front door. There is still more pain, more hideousness to the rest of the school drop off mission. Once out in the street I am at the mercy of my poor social Read More.
One minute I have an hour, so I dawdle a little. I check twitter, I leisurely make packed lunches and I stare out of my kitchen window (which looks onto a busy street) and people watch. Suddenly I don't have an hour, I have seconds, and my children are not ready to leave the house. "Time for school" I shout, desperately optimistic that this will be the morning that they dash down the stairs, put Read More.
I nearly didn't write this blog post, scared of hurting or upsetting anyone who loves me and reads it. In amongst the rainbow colours of my life, the funny stories, the food, the pictures of my beautiful family, the reds, yellows, greens and pinks, there is grey. That grey is a part of me too and this blog would be a lie if I didn't write about it. On the school run today I am smiley, I am chatty, Read More.