I’ve long bemoaned the fact that I don’t get enough sleep. It’s only within the last 4 months that both my children have started sleeping through the night (it’s horrifying this has taken so long) and they are early risers, too: Elfie was up at 5.45am this morning. Heavy sigh.
I don’t do self-pity.
I used to do it like a bloody boss. If I had a sniffle, a slight tummy ache or had slept less than seven hours the night before you would know about it. Even if we weren’t friends I would make sure you knew about it. Because I liked to moan.
Earlier this week Instagram ‘star’ Essena O’Neill quit Instagram in a flounce heard around the world.
I have to admit: I rolled my eyes more than once at the articles I read online after she ‘bravely’ came out to admit that many of her Instagram images were staged.
One of my favourite people on Twitter is MammyWoo, firstly for her hilarious Tweets but also for her VERY accurate profile: I used to be cool, then I had a baby. Now I wee when I sneeze…
Because it’s true. When you have children so many weird and wonderful (but mostly not so wonderful) things happen to your body and you know what? They don’t get spoken about.
It’s 23rd October and I can safely say that it’s only now I’m starting to get over the shock of Autumn. It seemed to creep up so slowly at first – I wore sandals right up to the bitter (cold) end of summer – but once it arrived: POW! In your face like a ton of bronze-coloured leaves. Pretty, but cold. And soon to be dark.
I found it hard, I always find it hard.
It was mental health awareness day on Saturday.
I don’t think anyone can disagree with the fact that mental health is not talked about enough and we hear of examples of our health system failing people on a daily basis. We’re making steps towards wider public acceptance of mental health awareness but there is still some way to go.
I‘m never going to put boundaries on myself ever again.
I’m never going to say “I can’t do it”.
I’m never going to say “maybe”.
I’m never going to say “I don’t think I can”
I can and I will.
Last week I wrote about how I don’t like being referred to as a mummy blogger, because DURR I write about way more than my kids, yeah?
Today I’m going to write about my kids.
I’ve noticed that at the age of 30 my friends are starting to have babies.