Increasingly we are becoming aware that we're living on borrowed time with Finley still sleeping in his baby cot. He's fast approaching the two and a half years old mark now and every noise, every creak we hear from upstairs whilst trying to eat our dinner, we convince ourselves that he's finally done it. He's finally figured out how to throw himself over the side and make a break for freedom. Any second he'll come bumping down the stairs on his 'bum-bum' asking for a biscuit or a drink or a story and that will be it. Game over. No more cot prison. The enjoyment of our evenings will be subject to his free will and our ability (or lack of) to discipline him. Luckily for us its not happened yet, but now I've put that in writing it probably will tonight of course...
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No More Cot Prison
Increasingly we are becoming aware that we're living on borrowed time with Finley still sleeping in his baby cot. He's fast approaching the two and a half years old mark now and every noise, every creak we hear from upstairs whilst trying to eat our dinner, we convince ourselves that he's finally done it. He's finally figured out how to throw himself over the side and make a break for freedom. Any second he'll come bumping down the stairs on his 'bum-bum' asking for a biscuit or a drink or a story and that will be it. Game over. No more cot prison. The enjoyment of our evenings will be subject to his free will and our ability (or lack of) to discipline him. Luckily for us its not happened yet, but now I've put that in writing it probably will tonight of course...
The Eighth Gift of Christmas : A Personalised Wooden Train Set by Senaxus
The eighth gift of Christmas, is an amazing handmade wooden train set by Senaxus.
Finley was incredibly lucky to be sent his very own personalised set complete with wooden box and he was absolutely delighted! If you're a regular reader of my blog, you'll know that this kid is obsessed with Choos-Choos. He loves playing with them, talking about them, watching programmes about them, he cannot get enough of the train related action! So, as you can imagine when this parcel came through the door especially for him, his little mind exploded all over the shop and he hasn't stopped playing with it since!
10 Reasons Why Being a Working Mother Sucks Balls
This is an article I've had half drafted for a while, but I could never quite finish it off. I was worried it would come across as a woe is me post, my life is so hard post, I'm so exhausted post. But after a particularly shitty fortnight and just generally feeling like a crappy Mum, I read this piece The Working Mother by Learning To Be Mrs C and it just made me feel a lot better. I completely related to it and just felt relieved that I wasn't the only one struggling with the work/life balance. This is exactly why I love blogging, you start to realise that you are not alone. You are not the only one.
As Mothers of this generation, the game is varied, the choices are different and the guilt is greater.
Should I Work? Can I Work? Do I Want to Work?
Should I Stay At Home? Can I Stay At Home? Do I Want to Stay At Home?
But the ultimate truth is we're all dealing with the same shit, our struggle is the same - its just the context that varies.
So here's my ten reasons why being a working mother sucks balls. I'm not saying being a working mum is harder than being a stay at home mum - who knows, who quite frankly cares? I don't, I'm far too fucking exhausted to worry about what everyone else is doing. This shit is hard and regardless of our 'parenting context' we all deserve a fucking medal.
If your a stay at home Mummy - please can you write 'Ten Reasons Why Being a SAHM Sucks Balls?' Then lets get together, compare notes and consume vast quantities of wine.
First bottle is on me!
Grandparent Guilt
Three days a week Finley spends his day with his two sets of Grandparents. We drop him off in the morning and pick him after tea but he spends his whole day with them, all day long for about ten hours. This is because we both have to work full time and we are seriously lucky to have two sets of parents who can step in and help us in this way. I know there are a lot of people out there who don't have the help that we do and we are aware of how fortunate we are in this regard.
However, I do think that society wants me to feel bad about this set up. In that I should feel guilty for abandoning my child, burdening our parents and skipping off to work without a care in the world. I get this vibe from the media, from other parents and from people who comment about how much time my son spends at my Mum and Dads house. The implication of course, is that our parents shouldn't have to raise their children's children.
Well no, they shouldn't.
Family Day - Leeds Castle, Kent
Last weekend we visited Leeds Castle or 'Eeds Asshole' if you say it phonetically, in Finley speak.
Yup, that kept us chuckling all day long that one!
Anyway, we were lucky enough to be gifted annual passes earlier this year and this was the first time we visited in brilliant weather.
Month Round Up #July
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