It all went wrong.
Well, it was my birthday, a happy occasion, full of joy and celebration. But it all went wrong.
“Happy Birthday”, my husband whispered into my ear at 6am as he was leaving for work. “I’ve broken the shower” he added. “What, completely broken?” came my half awake response. “Yep, it’s totally broken”. “Won’t it even turn on?”. “No. I’ve got to go now. Love you. See you later.”.
One week down, life in spica
This time last week Erin was playing in the garden, one week on and its all change. However it is not all doom and gloom, Thursday was a turning point. Wednesday had been a tough day but Thursday was a new day and it bought my little girl back to me alot more. She was much happier, much more settled and had slept better the night before due to phenergan.
Life has got easier again, I am now confident handling her, I was awkward and over protective the first few days. Now I know I don’t hurt her and she is still robust. Nappy changing has become second nature, thankfully no explosive nappies to deal with yet and my paranoia with hygiene and smells is slowly abating. I think we are lucky as I can put a complete nappy on her by stuffing it under the cast. At first Erin didn’t like this but has adapted now. Obviously with most babies you hold the legs up when you change them, Erin has to be flipped from front to back
An Arse Less Ordinary
Relatively untroubled as I still am by a following, I am feeling free to make mention again about the state of my bum. A source of much concern for me lately. To quickly get you up to speed, things in that area are not wholly (pun intended) as they were before the birth of Bibsey. It seems that in response to the trauma of childbirth and a couple of bouts of quite appalling post-partum constipation, my bum maybe ever so slightly falling out.
I plucked up the courage to FINALLY go to see el medico today. The choice in our pueblo is fairly scant. There is Rusty Crotch, as my friend calls him – a rare redheaded Spaniard who always seems to be on his way out for coffee, breakfast or lunch – and there is my doctor. He is a benign Frenchman who speaks Spanish at a mumble. Add that to my poor old Spanish and we are barely communicating.
We sat there talking about my bum with dictionaries in hand. It was a pretty useless conversation as my dictionary is quite shy of giving me any anatomically useful words. The internet, I have found, is not so shy.
Keep it rocking
Your eyes snap open aware that something is drastically amiss, you turn to look at the alarm clock and face the horrible realisation that you have slept in. You have 30 minutes to get you and your little one ready before leaving the house to stand even the slightest chance of getting to work on time – what do you do?
Well if you’re anything like me, you would rather save the time you have to be late for the truly important things – such as taking the little one to the docs etc, but does that mean I want to arrive at work with greasy hair? No.
Step forward my newest find; Tigi’s Rockaholic Dry Shampoo.
My new favourite ‘time saving’ beauty product. It’s simple, spray directly onto roots so it can work it’s magic and absorb your excess oils and away to work you go! A must have item for all busy working mums. Not only does this product smell great but the added benefit I find is it also volumises your hair too. A perfect way to keep your hair rocking for one more day…
What I hope to achive through blogging
“What do you hope to achieve through blogging? What makes your blog UNIQUE and SPECIAL?”
Wow, those are good questions to any blogger eh? At first glance of this prompt I thought “I can’t do that prompt, my blog is neither unique or special really, it’s just a “mummy blog” I blog about me and my hubby and my kids.
After a few days of thinking this one over, I realised that my blog is in fact special and unique, as all blogs are! I love my blog so I thought I’d use this opportunity to tell you why I like it and why I think it is special and unique…
Anyway, back to the point. All my great-grandparents died before I was born, and Red Rose Daddy’s too. My parents, in fact, only knew one each of their grandparents and they were long gone by the time I was born even though my Mum was a child bride and barely 18 when I was born. Bud has the full complement of Grandparents (thank goodness! I’m hoping they get to be Great-Grandparents too!) and three Great-Grandmothers. In the space of the last 50 years families have changed an awful lot, with the older generation achieving much longer life expectancy and taking a much more active role with their Grandchildren. I used to love talking to my Grandparents and spending time with them when I was small and I know Bud adores his too. I know, as children grow, Grandparents and Great-Grandparents can become more distant figures but I’m determined that this special relationship will continue for my boy and our respective sets of parents and remaining grandparents. He can, and will, learn so much from them. I especially treasure the photos we have with his Great-Grandmothers which so clearly show the joy that the others’ company brings them.
Grooving Older Mum
When Little A arrived I threw myself into my new role of utterly devoted mummy. I can confidently say that I am a wonderful mum to Little A. But where I succeeded with my beautiful little girl I failed in taking care of myself, my needs fell by the wayside, and I lost myself in the process. My health suffered in every way. A split took place between my old life and new life as a mother and I have often found it a challenge reconciling both these aspects of my identity.
Tips On Keeping Your Relationship Strong After Having Children
Read my 3 Key Tips on keeping you relationship or marriage strong after having children
I do not know if having children has made my marriage stronger or more vulnerable. Since having our children it has given us more of a reason to keep our relationship strong. However most of our arguments are surrounding the children. In 2010 my husband and I split up. We never got as far as telling the children or moving out of the family home. However during those 10 days we had started to look at selling our home, I was applying for jobs nearer my parents and we were talking about the access that my husband was going to have with the children. Fortunately we managed to turn things around and decided to give our marriage another go. The only thing that we did to solve this was to communicate.
Halloween 2011 – The Weekend in Pictures
A woodland walk, cute costumes and a spider pumpkin…
Meeting exonerated-Death Row prisoner Curtis McCarty
I came to the debate with a totally open mind but, I have to admit, a subconscious pre-conceived idea that people on Death Row would be pretty scary social outcasts who must have been put in there for some reason. Surely innocent people don’t just get plucked off the street and locked up, do they ? And if they do, it wouldn’t go as far as the death sentence, surely ?
Well, Curtis has made me realise that the scary truth is, sometimes they do. Joyce Gilchrist (more about her here on Wikipedia), the prosecutor and police laboratory analyst who was fired for falsifying and deliberately destroying evidence, participated in over 3,000 criminal cases in 21 years and her evidence led in part to 23 people being sentenced to death, 11 of whom have been executed.
That’s just one person. It makes you think how many other innocent people could be sitting on Death Row or inside prisons for crimes they never actually committed.
Talking without words
Words, real words. I’ve been waiting for 13 years to hear Smiley say some real words. And I just can’t give up, because more than anything I want to have a real conversation with her….
A hauntingly true story.
It was the last night of my hen weekend in a country farmhouse near Kirkby Lonsdale. The other guests had to leave on the Sunday afternoon, not having the foresight to book Monday off work but my Maid of Honour, her 1 year old daughter and I were left to toast each other and toddle off to bed for an early night.
We said our goodnights and took to our beds grateful of the early night after the excesses of Saturday. I tucked myself under the heavy handmade quilt and lay my head on the feather pillow, sneezed a couple of times and then fell into a peaceful sleep. As did my friend and thankfully her daughter.
However, a few hours later my friend was woken.
How to Survive the Christmas Shopping Season
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine …. Blah, blah, blah.
Have you guessed what time it is yet?? It’s C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S!!!
It’s a time that all the old classics come out.
It’s nearly November. The woolly jumpers are out, as are the scarfs and gloves and the shops are all decorated for Christmas. The kids wish list to Father Christmas is growing as fast as the dark nights are closing in.
You will be humming Christmas tunes in the shower; every advert on the TV will either have Christmas food, drink, toys or sofas!
But after all the hype – can you say that you are prepared? That there won’t be a last minute panic for presents and gifts for a forgotten relative or a quick change on the darling child’s Christmas list.
The Christmas season normally starts in November (after Halloween) but some years it creeps into October too – I have already seen calendars, cards and wrapping paper out and yes, when I was at work last night, I was busy constructing Christmas Trees already for the seasonal display at a well known supermarket. Pure madness.
Below is my list to try and help you survive the Christmas shopping period;
The Cheetahs Now Love Underpants
The Cheetahs now love underpants
Oh yes, they really do
And underpants are in other books
So it really must be true
Mummy Woo’s Music as Therapy meme
As I have to choose three songs for this meme I thought I’d choose one for each daughter. With all three we knew we were expecting girls as I had late scans. Weller’s English Rose is the song which helped us pick twin 2’s name. It’s such a beautiful song, simple and understated.
No matter where I roam
I will return to my English rose
For no bonds can ever tempt me from she
I’ve sailed the seven seas,
Flown the whole blue sky.
But I’ve returned with haste to where my
Love does lie.
What’s the most unglamorous thing you did this weekend?
You and I however can dispense in the small talk. Lets cut to the chase and dish the dirt. Tell me – what’s the most unglamorous thing that you did this weekend?
I’ll tell you mine and you tell me yours – that’s the deal.
Hmmm well maybe my most unglamorous moment was in the garden on Saturday morning when I ventured into the garden in the rain to pick up rained on soggy dog pooh…or maybe when Sherman (see picture) shook his head so hard the drool flicked up into my face in a Beethoven stylee…or could it be the moment in Waitrose where I bent over to pick up a packet of ginger nuts and let out possibly the squeakiest high pitch fart the world has ever known…
For me it was…