Rookie Mum Mistakes {The Prompt}

The mistakes we make… When you first become a mum you know you’re not going to know it all and are bound to make some mistakes along the way. But the older my little boy gets the less I feel I know about the whole mummy world, and I’m making more mistakes than ever. The most recent one being this week. My mum gave me a leaflet advertising brunch with Peppa and George for this Thursday. Okay, not where I’d ideally like to be spending my day off but I knew my little man would love it so planned to…

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8 reasons you will ALWAYS be late with a toddler!

I hate being late, hate it! This comes from my dad who will arrive anywhere at least 15 minutes ahead of schedule. Since having a child I have really had to learn to just roll with it and accept the inevitable, I will be late! To pretty much everything! Just a handful of the reasons why: 1. They will always do a poo just as you are about to leave the house. This is especially annoying in winter as once all layered up you then have to undress, change and then re-apply the coat, hat, scarf etc! Just as you…

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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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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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