I’m a year into motherhood, and I’m not afraid to admit that I’m finding it tough. When our little one arrived, I expected the first few weeks and months to be challenging, but I’d sort of hoped that I’d have it all figured out by now. Truth is, as soon as we get over one challenge, another arises, and I’ve realised that I’ll probably never have it figured out. I don’t know if any parent ever does. Continue reading
Ever heard of IKKS? I hadn’t, until I bought a shirt from the bargain bin of a charity shop (yes, charity shops do have bargain bins), and as it still had the IKKS label attached I did a quick Google to find out just how much of a bargain I’d got.
Part of me regrets Googling this brand, as after less than a minute of browsing their website I had a wish list beyond what I can afford. Continue reading
Today I took the little one for her first visit to the library. Actually, it was more for my benefit than hers as I wanted to use the computers to print something out. I could have done it at work I suppose, but there’s always that worry that the one time you jam the printer will be when you’re printing that non-work document.
I’m ashamed to say that this was my first visit to the library in what must be years. Every time I heard of another library closure I feel incredibly sad, yet I, like most of us, just don’t make enough use of them anymore. Continue reading
Since when did taking a day off sick become an opportunity to get shit done? After spending most of the Easter weekend coughing uncontrollably and generally feeling a bit rubbish, I came home from work on Tuesday feeling exhausted, achy, and pretty damn ill. I can’t tell you how much I loved my partner, when, seeing I was struggling asked me to wash bottles for the little one then said I should take myself off to bed at 7pm. Feeling no better (worse), when I woke the next morning, I called in sick and stayed in bed until lunch time.
A day at home with my partner around is a rare thing in our house, so despite feeling rotten, my mind turned to all the odd jobs that we never get round to, because they require someone to watch the little on so they can get done. So, wrapped in my favourite blanket and setting up camp on the sofa, I sent my other half off to the tip to get rid of the pile of old flooring that has been sitting in out front garden for the last week or so after we (finally, after a year of winging about the state of it and it driving me nuts) got our living room floor replaced. Our floor may be lovely now, but the piles of rubbish outside our front door was dragging down the nice appearance of our street. That’s not to mention the old sofa and armchair hiding down the alley waiting for a council collection.
While my partner took the little on out to run some errands, I then used the peace and quiet to do a bit of research and purchase a new toilet (exciting stuff) ready for some work we’re having done in the bathroom next month, get a bit of tidying done, and write this blog post. Later that evening, feeling much better, I set to work painting our living room doors.
I’m sure there was a time when being sick meant staying in bed drinking cups of tea and feeling sorry myself, but these days it’s chance to do all of the stuff that I just can’t get round to/can’t be bothered to do when I’m fit and well. This ultimately also results in an overwhelming feeling of guilt that if I can get this done I should in fact be at work, but, I knew when I got up and attempted to shower that it just wasn’t worth trying to go in. I hate calling in sick, and generally have to be feeling at death’s door in order to do so.
I’ve only had one day of annual leave so far this year, and if this week has taught me anything, it’s that it’s worth booking the odd day off regularly, if nothing else just to do the odd bit of housework and generally get my shit together.
That’s right. I’m one of those lazy mothers who would rather open a jar of ready-made food than cook a wholesome meal for my daughter. That’s what I was convinced other people thought while I was stacking the ’12 for £6′ jars into my ASDA basket, before scurrying off to the checkout. Continue reading
Who or what is Ollie Quinn? I hear you ask. A bloody good glasses designer, that’s who.
I always have trouble finding glasses, partly because I would rather not have to wear them in the first place, and also because I’ve got quite a small face which means that a lot of frames stick out a few inches at the side of my head. There’s also the disappointing fact that the majority of frames make me look and feel like someone’s elderly great-aunt. Until I found Ollie Quinn, that is! Continue reading
These Vans style plimsolls, or some variation of them, are everywhere at the moment, and have been for sometime. I never considered buying a pair, as I’ve owned several pairs of Vans in the past, which have been flogged for much less than retail price on eBay after a couple of months.
When I was out and about the other day, I spotted a rather chic looking young mum wearing a pair, coupled simply with some well-fitted skinny jeans and comfy jumper. Inspired, I kept my eye out for a pair, (not hard as they are literally everywhere) but given my past experience with shoes of this style I just wasn’t prepared to buy some with a huge price point.