Sometimes, when I’m sitting downstairs in the evening, I forget. I forget that upstairs in his room sleeps a sweet little boy who belongs to me. I forget the stresses of the day; the number of times I’ve been close to snapping because he just won’t do as he’s told. I forget the mountains of
A friend of mine shared this on her Facebook this morning. It’s something I’ve seen doing the rounds many times but it especially helped me this morning, and so I feel it is only right that I pass it on. To the mom hiding in her bathroom, needing peace for just one minute, as the
I actually quite like lemons, but let’s pretend that, for the sake of this entry, I don’t. After all, everyone likes a good metaphor right? [insert disagreement here]. This evening, me and my partner went out. We went out alone, without a child, on a Saturday night. We rarely have nights out on our own
This is The year. That’s what everyone says at the beginning of a new year isn’t it? Well, this year really will be The year. The year for happiness and health; the year for new experiences and new friendships. I already have so much lined up in comparison to last year, that for once I
I class myself as a Christian. I don’t go to church except at Christmas, I very rarely pray, and I don’t read the Bible…but I still call myself a Christian. To me, following a religion is more than just declaring your love for a deity; it’s about the way you choose to live your life.
The past couple of months have held so many firsts for us; so many new experiences. Amongst so much more, we’ve been on our first family holiday, I’ve gone back to work, and Theo has started nursery. It’s been such a crazy mash up of emotions, that I haven’t known whether I’m coming or going.