Get Over Yourself And Get In The Damn Picture

There are very few pictures of myself and Harrison. I realised this only when I was asked for full-color photos of the two of us for a feature in a magazine this month, I was so excited to be able to share the story, that it never even crossed my mind that I might not have the images needed to go with the story. There was no intricate specification, it was just to be a picture of myself and my…
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How We Transformed Our Kitchen For Less Than £950

A new kitchen can be bloody expensive. When we first bought our house, the newly renovated, modern kitchen was one of the reasons we went for it. The kitchen was simple – black and white with new laminate flooring and done the job nicely. With it being our first home, we weren’t expecting a masterpiece, but this was a start and we were happy with it. However as we renovated every other room in the house, our kitchen began looking…
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Monday: The Non-Existent Day Of Dieting, Organisation and Accomplishment

The month of May has been a lost one, for more reasons than one. We’ve been living in a never ending cycle of sickness bugs, infections, and the mundane reality of the return to work. Between the three of us, we’ve caught more colds than I can count on one hand, had a bout of tonsillitis, a bad case of man flu, one chest infection and the littlest is now currently fighting off Bronchiolitis. We’re all sick, and it feels…
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‘Full-Time Parent’ Is NOT an Occupation (But It’s Still Bloody Difficult)

A year ago, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at anyone who claimed their job title to be a stay-at-home parent. It cropped up on Facebook time and time again: ‘Occupation: Full Time Mumma’. Being the judgmental person I was (and probably still am, albeit for different things), I’d automatically assume those who worked as a parent were lazy. ‘Mum’ was not a job-title, it was a life change, a hard one, but one that should marry alongside a…
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Is It Normal To Feel Like This? | Post-Partum Low Self Esteem

 Last weekend I had a tantrum. More than a tantrum: let’s just say it lay somewhere on the spectrum between a tantrum and a breakdown. My reasoning? I had nothing to wear. Something as simple as going out for a family dinner had me reeling, I had not one possible option in my wardrobe that would work, and if I had been given the option to I’d have missed the occasion altogether. Recently, this has been happening more often than…
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