Recently we discovered that our local cinema offers showings of children's films on weekend mornings for only £1.50 per ticket. Since it would normally cost us over £40 to all go to the cinema this is an absolute bargain. The other (less obvious) advantage to the cheap kid's showings is that the cinema is full of the worlds worst cinema attendees. Yes I'm talking about children, not generally 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.
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.
I was invited on an evening out with a group of mums from the school. The invite said curry and drinks. I think it might be nice to make some social connections within the school community, saving me from the cold shoulder on the school run so I said yes. With just the right amount of alcohol inside me (not too much or I get a little, ahem, honest) I can pull off a convincing normal person who does Read More.
Today I sucked at parenting. Luckily for my offspring I don't suck at parenting too often. Today though I was not at my best. First up, I am tired. I partied hard at the weekend, which btw when you're a thirty something mum means I stayed up late to watch a DVD. Go me. Plus my youngest two don't seem to give a crap about ensuring that I get my eight hours sleep at night, and often wake Purpledad and Read More.
Wonder Girl has started saying her first few words. It's an adorable stage and makes the hard work of parenting all worth while. A conversation with Wonder Girl; Me: Holding a book which I am reading her and pointing to a cow "what is it Wonder Girl?" Wonder Girl: "Cat". Me: "Nearly, it's a cow, what is it?" pointing again. Wonder Girl: "Cat" with a suspiciously cheeky, wilful look. Me: Read More.
This morning was one of those mornings. I'm sure we have all been there. Firstly I was on my period which is not my favourite time of the month (sorry yes I said period, I roll like that). So I was bleeding and bloated and grumpy and the children were not helping. On days like this they behave like an annoy the heck out of Mummy tag team. Wonder Girl played her 'I am going to cling to your leg and Read More.