Twas the night before back to work, When all through the house, All that could be heard was ‘shit, none of my work uniform fits’ BACK TO WORK That’s right. After 432 days I am returning to work. Well I say returning to work, I mean I’m returning to the part time (4 days a… Continue reading BACK TO WORK after 432 days!
The eager eyed amongst you might think this blog ‘time for me’ is a bit of a cop out given I’ve previously blogged about ‘time out’ and ‘self-care’ ) Yes, this will be a bit of a mish mash of those blogs. But given the time of year I think it’s important to remind ourselves… Continue reading TIME FOR ME – add it to your Christmas list mums
Another topic I’d given zero consideration to pre-small humans but boy did I value it in so many different ways post. Silly thing is first time round, despite the difficult emotions I was experiencing, I would often bat away offers of help. What an idiot! Why did I do that? Was I trying to prove… Continue reading SUPPORT and the role of a Postnatal Doula
The eager eyed amongst you will recall that I’ve already blogged about food this year. You could revisit that blog but in summary I’m a bloody nightmare when it comes to eating. Serial yo-yo dieter and a wardrobe full of clothes that don’t fit because I’ll just drop a stone and then I can wear… Continue reading FOOD – Mums, have your cake and eat it!
How did your smalls find their first days of school, be it reception or returning? How did you find it? I was supposed to follow up my pre-school start blog last week but (1) I’d only actually done the school run properly twice and (2) it was not going well for all concerned and I… Continue reading STARTING SCHOOL (PART 2)
Anxiety. Overwhelm. Sadness. Guilt. They’re always there lurking but like an unwelcome guest they’ve been popping up again lately. Surprisingly this time they’re also accompanied with their polar opposites. Excitement. Happiness. Expectation. Intrigue. The reason being? School. The biggest small is starting school after 2 more sleeps. For 4 years he’s attended the same… Continue reading STARTING SCHOOL (PART 1)
Until you have your very own small human I think it’s fair to say you can’t truly appreciate the meaning of the word ‘tantrum.’ I appreciate adults can throw tantrums but in that scenario they’re usually knocked on the head pretty quickly by another adult telling you to pack it in, have a word or… Continue reading TANTRUMS
3 clocks, guarded by super heros to ensure optimum accuracy on par with the talking clock (is that still a thing?), yet I still can’t get the small human to sleep in past 7. To be honest these days, with an even smaller human, I’m quite grateful if the first digit doesn’t go lower than… Continue reading TIME
Hello my name’s Emma and I’m a yo-yo dieter and yo-yo gym goer/fitness doer! I write my blogs comparing a topic from a pre/post small human perspective but nothing has changed here other than having small humans has afforded me more excuses in my arsenal to not up my fitness e.g. too tired the… Continue reading FITNESS
Or rather loss of it. That happened somewhere along the way. Quite when I can’t remember (although I can remember the barcode on a Cadburys Creme Egg from my retail days 20 years ago - 50201600 - go on, check it out!) Funny how your memory works like that. I blog each week about a… Continue reading IDENTITY