The Inner Voice Of A Control Freak Mum

I admit it, I’m a control freak, with a hint of OCD. It drives me mad when the kids at school don’t push all their chairs under the desk, or when they put their bags on the desk or chair (they belong on the floor children), and any finger tappers get “the stare!” There’s nothing more annoying than a finger tapper! Now that O is well into the toddler phase he is increasingly independent, and the most commonly used phrase in our house is “I do it!” As a mum I am delighted to watch O develop, but the control…

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The Ordinary Moments – To Do Lists

Since becoming a mum my memory is pretty much shot to pieces.  My husband would point out it was fairly crap to start off with, but now it’s horrendous.  If it’s not on a to do lists, there’s a 97% chance I won’t remember it.

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The Mummy Tag

I have been tagged by the lovely Jenny at Let’s Talk Mommy to complete the Mummy Tag which is a great way to find out a little bit more about mummies who are blogging.  Below are my responses and I’ll be tagging a few other bloggers at the bottom. 1. Are you a Stay at Home Mum, or a Working Mum? I’m a working mum.  I went back to work full time after my maternity leave but reduced my hours to 4 days a week after a year.  I hated working full time as I felt I never got to see my…

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Are you a PMT sufferer? (Pre Me-Time Tension)

I recognise the signs well in advance. I start to get a bit grumpy, the patience starts to wear a bit thin, hubby starts to get “the look” more often than not and he gets very snappy answers to any of his questions. It’s that time, I’m suffering from PMT (pre me-time tension)! When I get like this I know perfectly well I’m due a bit of me-time to get my head back in gear. It doesn’t need to be much. A coffee and trashy mag for an hour or a wander round M&S (alone!). Yesterday I ended up in…

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Working Mums: give yourselves a break!

Everyone tells you how hard the first few months of being a mum will be. You know there will be sleepless nights, sore boobs, not knowing what the hell is going on and you survive in a haze of sleep deprivation. At some point without you even realising it starts to get a bit easier, you get a few more hours sleep, you learn to interpret the cries and you can manage a full cup of tea whilst your little monkey is happily bouncing around in a jumperoo. Then that day arrives, the return to work and the goalposts change…

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