Love The Little Things #43

Well, this really had been a week of mixed emotions.  The weekend was great, I had a lovely day at Blogcamp on Saturday, meeting some lovely bloggers in the flesh, and then Sunday was spent pumpkin picking with the family followed by dinner at our gorgeous local.

Monday started with a crap day at work, and the week progressively got worse with a bit of a scary bump in my car on Wednesday and then whilst treating the little man to a McDonalds lunch we ended up with a dead bird under the next table!  Believe me, the weekend (and half term) can’t come quick enough!

Read I managed to read my magazines on the train on the way down to Birmingham.  Due to a slight wardrobe malfunction on Saturday morning I was cutting it a bit fine to catch my 7:39am train, but with a sprint through the station I made it with about 90 seconds to spare.  That gave me just enough time to grab a coffee, and my breath back, so I could relax on the journey.

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Perspective {Word Of The Week}


It’s Wednesday morning.

I know I need to be in work early.

I have that horrendous Year 10 class, so I need to be all set up. The deputy head will probably be sat in there too because they really are that horrible.

I need to get my son to Nana’s, and drop the dogs off for their hair cut.

But I forgot to get the cash I needed last night so need to go this morning.

The first cash point doesn’t work.

So I go to the next one. It’ll only take a minute!

A teenage boy is walking over to me, what the bloody hell does he want? I haven’t got time for this.

“Excuse me, you car is rolling backwards!”

And then I turn around. My car is indeed rolling backwards. My son is in the back. And time stands still.

One lovely teenage boy is racing after it to try and stop it. I run after it, not entirely sure what to do. In all the stress of worrying about getting to work I had completely forgotten to put the handbrake on.

Suddenly nothing else in the world matters other than getting to my son.

Luckily a white Audi breaks the momentum and they hit. I say luckily because the alternative was heading out backwards onto a main road and I can’t even begin to think about the what-ifs should that have happened.

For the second time this week it has put things into perspective.

It really doesn’t matter if I’m a few minutes late for work. Or that the deputy head may see me having an off day. What does matter is that my son is safe and my focus is on him.

Because when it comes down to it my family are my world and nothing else is more important.

So on days when I’m feeling a bit crap, work is overwhelming and the pressure of being a modern day mum all feels a bit too much I need to remember how lucky I am to have my lovely family and to have our health.

Hearing the sad news this week about the death of Lynda Bellingham made that so clear. It’s all about keeping it in perspective and remembering what really matters

Nobody was hurt in the bump and my little man was completely unaware of the drama.  On opening the car door he piped up, “Mummy, did you get some money?”

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Embracing Soft Play

I’ll be the first to admit I’ve not been the biggest fan of soft play centres. But as the weather is taking a turn for the worst and I have a very active almost 3 year old I’m starting to see they have their benefits.


1. You can get a cup of (admittedly, not so great) coffee and entrance all for under a fiver during the week. Bargain!

2. They have free craft time, which means your little one can make as much mess as they like and you don’t have to clean it up.


3. Where else can you play on the trampoline and have a ride on the big slide without looking like a bit of a weirdo!

4. As long as your son/daughter isn’t the one kicking off you can feel a bit smug (and relieved) that it isn’t your turn to carry your toddler out kicking and screaming because they don’t want to leave.

5. If you’re lucky you may get a few minutes peace to make contact with the outside world (thank god for wi-fi) whilst your little one runs up and down like a loony.

6. Bribery is everything, and it’s amazing how well behaved a 2 year old will be around Tesco with the promise of a trip to the play centre at the end.

7. Free balloons on sticks, enough said!

8. And the cherry on the cake is that if you get your timing right and head home at just the right time you’ll get a get good couple of hours of napping because after all that running around they’re bloomin’ knackered!

So yes, my heart may sink a little as we pull into the car park but every cloud has a silver lining and all that! Now please don’t let O be the one who screams the place down at home time!

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Lemon Meringue Cake


I don’t often make big cakes, but I do try to make this a few times a year. I love the contrast of the soft sponge and the crunchy meringue and the filling is pretty yummy too. I also love that it’s not too tricky to make although getting the cake out of the tins without cracking the meringue it pretty much impossible, but that’s where the icing sugar comes in. It hides a multitude of sins! Plus I like the home-made look that you end up with.  Continue reading

Love The Little Things #42

We’ve been having a bit of a quiet week here as my little man had been poorly with gastroenteritis since last Friday. It all kicked off with him creeping into our bed at 1am and then proceeding to throw up all over it (it was fresh bedding too!) So last weekend was spent cuddling on the couch and not really venturing far from home!

Read Apart from a bit of blog catching up, not very much. I even bought myself a couple of magazines in preparation for a weekend at home but then never got round to reading them. They’ll be my train entertainment on the way to Birmingham for Blogcamp tomorrow!

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The X-Factor Generation


I work in what was once (before they were scrapped and replaced with Academies and Free Schools) a Performing Arts College. Not actually a college, but a regular school that got a bit of extra money to focus on drama and stuff!

As a Maths teacher, drama, dance and art are really not my bag (and if you’ve ever heard me sing you’d know why), and as we were a performing arts school there was always someone singing, or playing music somewhere on site. It can at times be sweet, almost endearing, and formed a big culture of the school.

But I have to let you into a little secret. I shouldn’t really admit this but I find 99% of pupils performances the most toe-curlingly painful and embarassing sights to behold.

Don’t get me wrong, I have been privileged enough to see some absolutely amazingly talented young people over the past 12 years. Performances that leave you stunned they are only teenagers and leave you with a warm and fuzzy inside, with an almost maternal pride at seeing “your” kiddies up there.

Unfortunately there’s the other end of the scale, the performances that you’d pay good money not to watch, but out of teacher’s duty you sit there to support.

I’ve heard Mariah Carey’s Hero ruined more times that I care to remember, and seeing two eleven year old girls performing a very unique version of Liberty X’s Just A Little Bit has scarred me for life. I can’t hear Robbie Williams Rock DJ without having a flashback to one of our talent shows and a spectacularly terrible interpretation of it, dance moves and all!

It doesn’t help the staff room is situated above the drama studio so my frees are spent listening to One Day More (Les Mis) with varying degrees of success!

Whilst I have huge respect for anyone (regardless of age) who puts themselves out there, I do worry what this leads to. It’s one thing standing up in your year 7 talent show and having a bit of a laugh, but then you see these people in ten years time on X-Factor or Britains Got Talent throwing a strop because they they haven’t got through because for years they have been told they are wonderful singers when they are barely better than average.

Better to find that out now, than be one of the “funnies” on a Saturday night TV in 4 or 5 years time!

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Just Being Mum {The Ordinary Moments}

Motherhood is full of amazing and wonderful moments.

Starting from the day you see that second line on a pregnancy test, becoming a mum is full of excitement and terror in equal measure. The most unbelievable highs and moments where you’d chop off your right arm to protect the tiny person you created.

A world full of firsts and days where you feel so proud you could burst.

But then there are all the days inbetween.

The moments where you are just ticking along. Life is a whirl of washing and ironing, cooking, packing bags, bedtime routines and far too early mornings.

Nights where you’re changing bed sheets at 2am because your little one is sick. When you’ve had a beaker of milk spilt in your lap, and then been accidentally head butted in the nose (yes,this was my Friday night). Days when you have barely moved from the sofa, your hair is scraped back in a scruffy pony and the washing machine has not stopped all day trying to clean the sick stained bedding.

The very unglamourous times of being a mum. But the moments I want to bottle up and cherish. The times when my 2 year old needs me more than ever. When nothing but mummy cuddles will do.

When he wants me to just be his mum.


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