A Day In The Life

Valentines Shmalentines

Myself and my partner don’t really do Valentine’s day, going out and spending a fortune on a day that is so over-commercialized. We do however, normally spend a little time picking out a fitting card. This year, thankfully, we both didn’t bother. I’d been feeling guilty about the shit card I picked up at Aldi yesterday and the even shitter message I quickly scrawled inside, in-between looking after our poorly boys.

Later in the evening, after putting our boys to bed and completely forgetting about valentines day and the crap card I’d strategically tried to misplace (in a innocent, I did get you a card but I can’t remember where I put it, way) I came down to find a card placed on the table, balancing in front of a box of chocolates AND a bottle of prosecco. The wave of guilt washed over me as I carefully opened this card

After spending two minutes trying to understand what it said and then realising it was a Galentine’s card. I burst into laughter, the guilt immediately slipping away once I understood that he had put just as much effort in as I had and picked up a last minute card that was meant to be sent to your Girl friends. I must add that the message inside was lovely and sentimental and he was points up for the chocs and fizz.

I actually couldn’t have asked for a better card, it made me laugh so much and is so typical of JP (my partner, who isn’t the most observant)

Moral of the story, kids, there’s much more important things in life other than what you did or didn’t get on valentines day. I will never understand the people that post messages to their partners on social media, like do you not live with your partner? Could you not just tell them face to face? I can’t help but see it as, “look at how much he loves me!” Or “I just have to show you how in love we are”

In my opinion, if you are so in love you wouldn’t find the need to validate it by bragging all over social media.

I’m not a bitch I promise, maybe slightly over-opinionated but hey-ho

Moaning Monday's

Moaning Monday’s

Monday’s are made for moaning…

Do you ever feel like you’re the star of Groundhog day? I definitely do. I work from home and care for my children, so my days can merge into one because of the routine I’m so used to. Dirty nappies, preparing food, cleaning and trying to find a quiet second to write before I’m cruelly dragged back to reality by a small voice shouting “Mummy”

And then the sequence starts again…

Until 6.30pm and its bedtime for our boys, I can let my hair down now, right? Party like it’s 1999?

Of course not! This is when I work, organising my small business and creating my products and orders while we watch Netflix or YouTube EVERY NIGHT.

Don’t get me wrong I’m so lucky to be able to watch my children grow and develop, it is the most precious of moments. I live for the weekends when Daddy’s home and we can take the kids on adventures and visit cool places, this is what keeps me going during the week. Which makes the dawning of Monday morning all that more dreary.

I’m not completely selfish, I feel for you hard workers out there the most. Heading back into the daily grind after a weekend at home. Entering the mundane work life after a couple of days spending quality time with your family. Even you wild folk that have spent the weekend partying and haven’t quite recovered yet, I feel for you too, though admittedly not as much.

Yes, I’m jealous!

Tonight I’m determined to liven it up a bit with a very rare evening out. Food, drinks and something fun, I’m hoping I can convince my partner to do a bit of laser tag or bowling. Wish me luck!

How do you guys switch up your daily routines? I would love to hear from you.

A Day In The Life

Finding Myself Again

Children are not a distraction from more important work. They are the most important work

C.S. Lewis

If you’d have asked me a couple of months ago to tell you about myself, I wouldn’t have had much to say apart from I’m a mum. That’s it. Not because I didn’t have any interests, history or cool personality traits. I had all of those, I just couldn’t see them.

I had lost who I was.

After having children four years ago, I’d put everything into raising and caring for my boys that I forgot about myself. I was in constant mum mode because the truth of the matter is, parenting doesn’t stop. When they’re tucked up in bed at night there isn’t a magic switch that turns it off.

After becoming hooked on watching The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast on Youtube, I started to question everything! (Honestly, check them out you’ll see what I mean) This is when I realised I didn’t know who I was anymore, call it an epiphany. After the realisation, I made a pact to start finding myself again.

So this is me…

I’m probably too honest for my own good and say things without thinking first. Normally about myself, nothing that would hurt anyone’s feelings. I like to share cringey stories about myself and later cringe at the overshare. But that’s me, I don’t take myself too seriously. I love a good debate, so tend to be a little opinionated but respect others opinions too.

My personal goals

  • I want to expand my intellectual and spiritual knowledge
  • Publish a novel
  • Continue with my small business – making cute crocheted soft


I really wanted to create a blog firstly to expand my writing skills but also to share things that make me laugh, funny and embarrassing stories. With some serious discussions about things I’m interested in, maybe get some debates going. I would like to discuss issues that many people, including myself, have had to deal with and throw in some taboo discussions. Mixed in with my short stories and novel extracts, recipes, activities for children, crochet patterns and many more things that relate to me.

I would love to hear from you, so don’t hesitate to drop me a comment 😁