Marriage. Let The Games Begin.

So this is my kind-of Valentines post. I'm not really a fan of Valentines Day to be honest. I don't hate it - we do exchange cards and open some fizz but its all a bit of silly nonsense if you ask me. Something that should be quite simple, blown completely out of proportion.
That being said however, I have been with Finley this weekend, dropping off his handmade cards and chocolate heart shaped lollipops.  I mean that's just completely different and too cute to say no to.  Hypocrite.
So I'm not really doing a Valentines post but I will dedicate this post to my Valentine, my husband because well, it is about him.

Thursday night we had a 'debate'. He told me his cab back next week (from a friends house) would only cost £20, I told him he was an idiot and it would more likely be £100.  I told him we couldn't afford it, think how much a cab back is from town, I said, this is like five times further than that ! It will be far too expensive, you'll have to drive  I went on and on. He protested and I challenged him to phone the cab company for a quote, feeling pretty smug - sure of a victory. So he phones them and what do you know? The dam cab costs exactly £20. Fucking great.

When Your Toddler Holds You Hostage In Superdrug

Sometimes I forget that I'm still a first time parent. I feel like I've been a Mum for a while, its not all shiny and new and I should just know the answers by now. I mean you get all that when you have a new born, that feeling of not knowing what you're doing, not knowing how to hold them without their head falling off. Unsure of the normal temperature, the normal colour of poo, the normal amount of crying. You're supposed to not know when they are new and you are new at being a parent, its expected, its accepted. Its ok to hold your hands up and say 'Sorry I'm new at this, I don't really know what I'm doing!'. 
Trouble is, I'm not really sure I can do that now my first baby is a new toddler. I mean I'm more confident with my parenting skills than I was in those first few months, his needs are easier to read, mostly because they are being screamed at me from across the supermarket. I can assess the right temperature because I've realised that its either just too fucking hot or too fucking cold, it doesn't matter if you're nine months old or ninety. I don't worry about the colour of poo, I no longer phone my Mum about it. Two and half years in, I've seen it all or at least please God, I hope I have. Its been on my hands, in my hair, on the carpet, there's nothing in the poo department that can worry me now. We've kept him alive and reasonably well behaved, we used to congratulate ourselves on what a 'good baby' he was.

Then three weeks ago, he held me hostage in Superdrug.

There's Too Much Fucking Swearing On This Blog

Its fair to say that there's a lot of swearing on this blog. None of it is particularly offensive in an aggressive sense, its all intended as tongue in cheek humour but I cannot deny that the profanity word count is pretty high. I'd never really considered it until recently, I'm pretty free and liberal with how I write, in that I write how I like and if I like it then I keep it. I don't write for other people, I write for myself and I've found it very therapeutic, cathartic even. I just start tapping away and if a 'shit' or a 'fuck' contributes to the giggles or exasperates my tone I go with it. Particularly if you're writing about something that pisses you off, I've found a couple of 'bastards' and 'arseholes' really help get your point across. Of course I'm thrilled to bits to discover that people actually read my nonsense and even if it is just mostly my Mum (hi mum!), I've enjoyed that I've made people laugh and engaged with them on a certain topic or event in my life. I've had some cracking comments and direct messages, many full of obscenities and 'Fuck Yes!' moments. I've laughed my arse off at some of the feedback I had on that tit post, apparently it is a real issue affecting mothers globally - not just me!

You'll know, when we know.

So my TimeHop app reminded me this morning that today two years ago was my due date.

The 12^th August 2013.