Picture the scene… It was a Monday. I had intended on stripping the leftover Sunday dinner chicken carcass to make a homemade curry. But when it came down to it… I just could. Not. Be. Arsed. I felt like a bit of a shit mum. I felt guilty. Lazy. Then… Continue reading I can’t be arsed to cook for my kids…
Since I quit booze seventy-one days ago (not that I’m counting) I’ve found one of the hardest things is telling people. I mean do I go dark and say… I quit booze because I was once so drunk at a party I threw up all over myself, took myself off,… Continue reading Top 10 answers when people ask why I’ve quit booze…
(apologies for the picture, I mean how many mums do you know who f***ing look like that? Answer – NONE!) What’s the first thing you think of when I say mother’s pride? Is it watching your daughter play Mary in the school nativity? Could it be seeing your little darling win… Continue reading Mother’s Pride – Does it have to be all about them?
So I heard this statistic the other day that a third of 18-25 year olds are choosing to be completely sober. This – coupled with the news that big stars like Bradley Cooper and Brad Pitt are choosing to be alcohol free, and even our very own ultimate party girl… Continue reading Is sober the new black?
Diets don’t work for me. I have been on and off them for nearly thirty years. It’s time for change. Not just for me but for my daughters. I don’t want to pass my disordered eating habits on to them. Yes, I said disordered. No, I don’t have an eating… Continue reading I quite like me as I am thanks…
Written in collaboration with my strong and resilient friend Rebecca Gauder, aka Becky G. Ok, so this blog post may be a bit darker than usual so maybe go elsewhere if you’re looking for some Xmas lolz. I tend to write about what’s going on in the moment, and I… Continue reading Top 10 Ways to Deal with Grief this Xmas…
In my head… Christmas Eve – The kids are wearing their brand new onesies and we’re all snuggled up ready to watch a nostalgic, Christmassy family movie. Ahhhh bliss. Reality… The kids will be complaining that they’re too hot in their onesies, which will put me in a right mood… Continue reading Xmas in my head Vs Xmas in reality…
Yn fy mhen… Noswyl Nadolig – Y plant yn gwisgo `u onesies newydd ac yn swatio yn ein ceseila i ni gael gwylio ffilm nostalgic, Nadoligaidd fel teulu. Aaaaaaa. Realiti… Fydd y plant yn cwyno’u bod nhw’n rhy boeth yn y onesies a fydda i mewn mwd wedyn, achos oedden… Continue reading Dolig yn fy mhen Vs Dolig go iawn…
I did not choose my elf on the shelf. He chose me. If you read my post on the Easter Bunny, you would know that I’m not a big fan of being pressured into all this American bullshit through social media. However, about two years ago my lovely neighbours Kevin… Continue reading How To Use Elf On The Shelf To Get The Kids To Behave…
Ok, so bach o disclaimer i ddechra… dyma’r tro cynta i fi flogio yn Gymraeg, felly jest i rybuddio chi, dwi’n licio rhegi. A di Cymraeg fi ddim yn berffaith, ddim o bell ffor. Dwi’n sgwennu fel dwi’n siarad felly Wenglish a bratiaith fydd hi fan hyn ol ddy we… Continue reading Stori’r Geni – Dal yn berthnasol?