I think I’m ready to go back to work…or at least do some kind of work. I never planned to be a SAHM, it’s just kind of how it went, and I’ve done it for 2 ½ years now. I think I’ve had enough. I’m a bit bored. I’m not really a Mumsy-Mum. I miss […]Read More What About ME?
Right. I’ve had enough of moaning to my husband. I’ve had enough of staring at my phone like it’s going to tell me the answers. I’ve had enough of being miserable. I’ve dwelled enough. I’ve teetered on the brink of depression again, and there is no way I’m falling into that cess pit again. I’m […]Read More Moving in the Right Direction
This week I become a non-person. The Big Little Man goes back to school. The Little Little Man will still be at home with me, but come the 21st September, I will not be joining my fellow Access classmates by starting university. I know, I’ve told you the whole dry rot saga. My dreams have […]Read More Non-Person
Now, I have made rather a large hullabaloo (love that word) about giving up work, doing an Access course and returning to university in September, in order to achieve the lifestyle that I want for myself and my family. Hmmm. But what happens when your lovely turn of the century house becomes riddled with dry-bloody-rot? (Incidentally, I’ve now […]Read More When Life (in this case, mushrooms) gets in the way of Plans
This is going to be cheesy. And he doesn’t read my blog, so I don’t have to worry about what he thinks of this. But he is amazing. I don’t tell him enough, but he absolutely is. I am his priority. He will always try to do what is best for me and our boys […]Read More My Awesome Husband
So, I like time alone. But time with me and my Big Big Man is also priceless, and happens far, far less. It quite makes me chuckle (and roll my eyes) when I hear people talk about ‘date night’ every week, because I think they are maybe missing the point (or maybe it’s just my […]Read More Time Together
From graduation in 2005, to January this year I worked in retail store management. I loved it for a long time, and I was good. Then I really hated it, and got quite rubbish. I then got really sick of hearing my own voice complaining about work. After my maternity leave for the little little man finished […]Read More When it’s broken…it needs to be fixed