Despite all this, I still had the urge to move. I’ve got wobbly bits which have wobbly bits and frankly, I’ve had enough. I’m 33 and I need this body to work for the next 60 years, eating chocolate isn’t going to be the answer.
I tend to measure our fun in how many photos I’ve taken of the kids enjoying themselves and as I only took the one I think that sums up the experience.
The party: Manage eight very excited 6 year olds who remind you of a stag party after too much booze – much shouting, much fighting and much throwing up.
Being helped with the supermarket shop. Usually involves a tantrum (her), shouting (me), tears in the bakery aisle (both of us) and one of us being ID’d for vodka
He appears to be approaching it as if ‘breast milk’ is the high class option on a supermarket shelf, like organic chicken or free range eggs, a lifestyle choice for those educated enough to want to do it.
Instead of writing what I wanted to write about, I began writing on subjects I felt would get bigger shares, a mention on Mumsnet, or (blogger gold) a Huffpost entry.
It’s been some time since I wrote a blog post, apart from the fun and games of Christmas, I’ve been offline getting surgery! And before you wonder…nope, not boobs (not sure surgery could save those forlorn puppies), but eye surgery so I no longer need to wear glasses. I have worn glasses since I was… Continue reading Time to see clearly