Diary of a perfectly imperfect family.
There’s something special about fresh beginnings; a clean slate to show the world what you’re made of. At school I always loved the feeling of writing on the first page of a new exercise book. That first page always showed off your best handwriting skills, am I right? This book was the one - no... Continue Reading →
We walk side by side in silence, feet moving in unison; quietly processing the reality of the day ahead. "Mum, I'm nervous". "I know love". I squeeze her hand in a swift movement that would undoubtedly be felt by her but seen by nobody else. Not that there are many people out this early, as we make our way... Continue Reading →
This post leads on from my last post - When I started to tell you how I let my daughter be on YouTube. Up to speed? Excellent. Shall we continue then? So here’s how the whole ‘my kid was on Youtube’ thing came about. Throughout all of last year my eldest daughter begged to me to... Continue Reading →
At the beginning of 2017 my daughter joined an established and very popular collab YouTube Channel. She was ten years old. A controversial parenting decision I know, and not one I made lightly or quickly. I know many parents would disagree with it; raising their eyebrows at best, calling me a terribly irresponsible mother at... Continue Reading →
This week marks Maternal Mental Health Awareness Week. I didn't know it was a thing either until today. But it is a thing. An important thing. A thing we need to talk about more. Mental health holds enough stigma to stun and disable the strongest of characters. Mix in the expectations placed on mums and... Continue Reading →
Cruising through my early (cough) thirties, I maintain that I'm still in my prime. I'm not getting old just yet. I'll admit, after growing, birthing and feeding three babies, my body is past its' best but we'll overlook that detail and instead celebrate it in all it's stretched marked glory. And fine lines add character... Continue Reading →
It appears that my beautiful bundle of squidginess didn't get the memo that babies should start to sleep better at night as they get older. People ask if we co-sleep and I'm all 'no no no, he might come in with us once I've fed him and it's easier to leave him there', but really,... Continue Reading →
I'm a right one for lists. I mean, it's not a bad thing; they have their place, and a very treasured one at that. But sometimes my lists get carried away with themselves and I accumulate lists of lists. Does anyone else do that? Then it becomes a bit high maintenance to keep a track... Continue Reading →
(Warning - This post is a little grittier and closer to the bone than the blog's usual light hearted feel. It's hard to sugar coat some things. This year I'll be writing a lot about life in the country, so I guess it made sense to start with telling you how we got here. I'm... Continue Reading →
Mum-guilt is a right one isn't it? You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. I'm no stranger to it. In fact I'm pretty sure the default setting on my mum-guilt switch is permentantly set to constant. The lovely blogger and vlogger Jules Furness talked about this recently and suggested that if a... Continue Reading →
Learning to be... Mrs C 