As regular readers know I am lucky enough to be official blogging ambassador for Westonbirt Arboretum. It's a tough job but someone has to do it. During the school holidays Westonbirt always runs seasonal activities for children. So in the Easter holidays we headed there to check out the arboretum in spring and the activities they had laid on for children.
When we arrived we were greeted by a lovely Read More. Westonbirt Arboretum – Spring Crafts
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As regular readers know I am lucky enough to be official blogging ambassador for Westonbirt Arboretum. It's a tough job but someone has to do it. During the school holidays Westonbirt always runs seasonal activities for children. So in the Easter holidays we headed there to check out the arboretum in spring and the activities they had laid on for children.
When we arrived we were greeted by a lovely Read More. 
I love water, being near it, in it, on it, it's my favourite place to be. The beach is the place where I feel most at peace. So naturally it's important to me that my children can swim and be safe around water. They've been doing swimming classes virtually all their lives. Currently the boys do lessons at the local leisure centre and Wonder Girl and I do Waterbabies (swimming classes for babies and 
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, 
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 
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 
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