A word about your underwear, Madam..
Call me obsessive but I have a thing about underwear. For a start, it has to be matching – the top half to the bottom half and the underwear to the outerwear. Black bra and white top – how very dare you!
It’s not expensive to have nice underwear and what’s more, it makes you feel good. When the world has gone to hell in a handbag, at least you know if you get knocked over by a bus the nurses won’t be sniggering in Accident & Emergency over your mismatched bra and pants. One less thing to worry about!
You may be the kind of person who love to choose underwear by the first thing you dragged out of your drawer – and if that’s you, far be it from me to frog-march you down to M&S or even Tesco to get you kitted out to my satisfaction. Or you may think that matching underwear should be reserved for special occasions. I used to think this, until I decided that as you never know when your last day on Earth may be, you should treat every day like a special occasion.
Mums That Care Launch December 1st
I am a Mum from Hampshire, passionate about supporting and connecting Mums to create better lives for themselves and their families whilst keeping hold of their own identity. I have been through divorce, and reluctantly became a single parent a few years ago. Amongst juggling life, and bringing up my children as best I could, I wanted to find a way to go from struggling to living an inspired and fulfilling life. Always mindful of experiencing overwhelm and finding time to care for ourselves, I developed this project to support other mums with busy lifestyles. I am delighted to share more information about our big event for 2011. I will be speaking as founder of Mums That Care about my personal journey, and sharing practical models to help mums to design the best life for themselves and their families. We will have an inspiration packed day of connecting and supporting each other. It is so important to take that vital ‘me’ time to be able to give the best of ourselves to our families, and so that is exactly why I wanted to create this event for YOU.
On Sunday morning, I sat on the sofa and watched my children play together.
Not a big deal, you might think, but actually for me it was. Usually, they play (or fight) while I am moving about the house, trying to do too many things at once. Tidying, cleaning, cooking, washing, project planning… Even if I am sitting down, I’m writing notes to myself, reading a book or looking things up on the internet, rather than giving them my full attention, which is just the way I try to cope with being a parent and full time employee, as well as keeping on top of my many interests.
Let them eat cake…or just a boatload of Petits Filous?
A horrible situation arose at W’s nursery the other week, for which I was utterly unprepared. When dropping him off as normal I was suddenly, unexpectedly cornered approached by one of the nursery assistants and asked…
NA: So, how do you feel about his puddings?
Me: Um, sorry, whose what?
It was a fair question. He has been having his meals there once a week for a little while now but the subject just hadn’t come up before. To be honest it hadn’t really occurred to me because it is only recently that I have stopped sending home-made meals in for him to eat.
NA: W’s pudding. Do you want him to have any?
Now there is clearly a right answer to this question but for the life of me I don’t know what it is. I can feel the stares from all of the other assistants as it is taking me so long to answer. Do I have time to whip out my phone, Ask Jeeves maybe? Nope.
The Birth of a Princess and a Pickle
I had planned a home birth with The Princess. I was terrified of needles and thought I’d feel far safer at home as epidurals and caesareans wouldn’t be quite so convenient and I wouldn’t feel cornered into having anything I didn’t want. I’d bought a ‘birth pool in a box’… well, it was basically a pimped up paddling pool… and my box of ‘birth stuff’ for the midwives was ready and waiting…
I was 6 days overdue when I suddenly sat up in bed in the early hours of Wednesday morning and thought “Aaarrrgh…. My waters have broken!” On visiting the bathroom I discovered it had not been a gush of water, but blood. I knew it meant I would probably have to give birth in hospital and was scared, but I just hoped everything was ok. We called a taxi (at the time we didn’t have a car… I can’t remember how we coped without one!) and set off for the hospital…
Share Your Birth Story – A Linky
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I didn’t have an easy pregnancy, but then who does? Suffice to say that after much intervention, unpleasant drugs, IVF, two early miscarriages and many, many tears, we finally met a brusque but incredibly knowledgeable man at St Mary’s hospital in Paddington. A specialist in recurrent miscarriage and Polycystic Ovaries, he quickly gave us a very simple plan, which worked straight away. His name was Dr Raj Rai. He made me cry, but he gave me my children……
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The One with the Unexpected Question
He took a little while to get used to the cavernous warehouse that is Play-2-Day and seemed slightly overwhelmed. He takes time to adjust to some new surroundings, especially big noisy rooms. Well he doesn’t go to nursery yet so I can see why.
He played. He ran around. He went off on his own and then he’d check where I was. He laughed at peek a boo with me in the Little Tikes play house. He ran headlong into a little girl and they both cried. He melted down at toys that didn’t quite do what he wanted them to. He obsessed about the big fire engine and police car in the area for older children. He wasn’t sure if he liked the ball pit or not! He had a drink and two lots of snacks. He wouldn’t sit still for long. He took himself off on his own and sat in the Peppa Pig ride several times!
He was generally, the boy!
Maybe I’m just used to him but I didn’t think anything of it.
We’d been there about an hour and a half when a lady I didn’t know approached me.
It is amazing what crap you will watch when feeding a young baby at 4.30 in the morning.
For me, it was Twilight.
I remember surfing the channels for something vaguely interesting or entertaining to hold my attention and make sure I remained upright for long enough for my son to finish his milk and go back down for his next little snooze.
Usually, I’d have a few shows backed up on the TV planner and would use this quiet time to have a cup of tea and catch up on Eastenders or Gossip Girl or House or America’s Next Top Model. You know, all the high brow stuff.
Baby clubs – second time mums need advice too
I signed up to a good few baby newsletters and clubs for extra support but they’re all rather aimed at first-time mums. Do you subscribe to baby/parenting clubs? Do they worry you as often as they help? Which ones would you recommend?
Some people have a bucket list, of things they’d like to do before they die.
I have a list of things I never thought I’d do, before I had a baby. Prior to having my own, I viewed children as little aliens, and motherhood as something strange that other people often seemed to do. I still do view children as little aliens to an extent, even my own, although now I have a better understanding of them than I did. I’m definitely not a ‘baby holder’ though, even now. I don’t get it. Why would I want to hold someone else’s newborn baby? All they do is wriggle and sleep usually. This is probably why I still also regard motherhood as something strange, even though its now me doing it.
How to be a frugal eBay seller
As part of my ongoing, and seemingly everlasting, decluttering, I’ve been having quite a bit of success on eBay. It’s a great way to add a few sheckles to the pot each month and is also a bit of a boost to feel that I can still contribute in some way to the upkeep of our family. Obviously being an auction site a lot of it is a game of chance, but there are ways to maximise your earnings and be a frugal eBay seller… so I thought I’d share a few of the things I’ve learned along the way…
Top 5 Special Things about Muliples
I have been tagged in a meme about the best things about having multiples, by the lovely Tales of a Twin mum (who lives near my childhood home and the shopping centre where I once dressed up as a seagull – ok that news is probably only interesting to me but I get excited every time I see her twitter biog). She summed it up pretty well, the double cuddles, the attention, their twin bond. All these things are wonderful, but I don’t want to just copy them so here are my list of the slightly more unexpected bonuses about having twins.