& just like that the six weeks were over..

I actually cannot believe how quick they went. I don’t want them to go back to school, i feel like they haven’t been off long enough. Don’t get me wrong, not all days have been great but they haven’t been god awful either.

Maybe it helped because we had two weeks in Spain so it kind of broke them up a bit? I must admit though, the kids have had enough of each other now. They’re used to their routine and having their days apart.

Kellan is so excited about going back into year two, i can’t quite believe he is in year 2 already. It only feels like yesterday i wrote my blog about him starting in reception. I’ve laid his uniform out, his PE bag and school bag are by the door and his lunchbox is packed. I wish i had his excitement, but i don’t. I feel sad, anxious and feel like i’ve lost him that little bit more as he has grown up. That’s what scares me, I feel like he is slipping through my fingers. Dramatic too much? or do people feel like that aswell?

Then, to top it off, Grayson starts reception on Friday. Both of them at full time school. I don’t think my heart will cope. My little dudes both at school.

It was cute, they both chose their own shoes at Clarkes, Kellan’s i’m not to keen on but I had to let it go, he is old enough and entitled to choose his own shoes, but AGAIN, it’s another sign that he is growing up.

*sigh*

anyway, good luck to your new starters/returnees this week. We can get through it xx

Turning 30.

Hey everyone!

First question, how have you found the six weeks holidays? not going to lie, i’ve had days where i have struggled to entertain the little monkeys but i am so sad that they’re going back to school, and also that my youngest baby is starting big school on Friday.

What have you been upto? let me know!

 

Okay, so on Friday i turned the big, dirty thirty. Not going to lie, i wasn’t looking forward to it at all. The thought of turning thirty was so daunting. I am the last out of most of my friends to turn thirty so that made me feel a bit better.

Anyway, i woke Friday and felt okay, i could do this. It’s only a number right? i big bloody number at that, but just a number. Dan had arranged a surprise family day out which i asked for so i was really looking forward to that. The kids wanted me to open my presents that i had sent Dan out to let them choose anything they wanted, and to be honest as much as Dan was a bit reluctant he really enjoyed it and the kids did really well with their present choices!

So yea, we went for our family day out which was lovely. We went to Maldon Promenade Park, it was a fun day!

Then yesterday (31.08) it was also our first wedding anniversary, i can’t get over how quick that has gone either. But, another surprise was arranged. He arranged for us to go to Mad Hatters Tea Room, Southend (i didn’t have a clue until i walked through the door and our friends and family were there shouting surprise) i was so overwhelmed that i cried. Full on cried.

Now, I woke very emotional yesterday. I’m not sure if it was the realisation of being thirty, the thought that it was over or the pregnancy hormones. But i sobbed quite alot that day, and over the silliest things tbh. My youngest brother told me he was coming over in the morning, well he got caught up and was on birthday surprise #2 mission balloons that he didn’t come over. So i cried in my shower. Like a brat, because he didn’t come to see me. It didn’t help that my mum and dad were in Spain and for some reason, i was so adamant that they were going to surprise me by flying home early to see me. I was just a bit all over the place to be honest.

So yea, apart from some meltdowns throughout the day of me being 30 and 1 day, i wanted to know how you all reacted to turning thirty? did you get emotional? or did you just sail through it like a breeze.

Let me know, i would love to hear if it was just me that was a wet flannel.

Hope you are all okay xx

 

 

 

 

Finding Balance.

Hey!

I feel shattered tonight. I haven’t long sat down since 8am this morning. I am back to work at the moment five days a week 9-2:15, not going to lie, it is a bit of a shock to the system.

Trying to get the boys and me in a routine with school, work and housework. I have found if i try and tidy as much as i can in the morning then throw a wash on as i leave, by the time i get home i throw the wash in the dryer, hoover, polish and clean bathrooms. I need to mop floors but at the moment it’s pointless because the weather is so dyer.

I then do their dinner, get them ready for bed and now i’m cooking mine and dan’s dinner. I’m sure i will get there but i haven’t worked full time since Kellan was born. It is only till Feb at the moment, going to see how the hours work for me and my bosses.

I am super organised with christmas though, all my shopping is done !! how are you all getting on?

Got that bastard elf back as of Saturday, wish i never started the bloody thing. We are out for a santa day on Saturday so i blog about it all as it seems like it is going to be a great day!

I thought the kids would be on wind down mode seeing as its twenty-to seven but nope. They are jumping and dancing around and as always not listening to me.. it’s exhausting. I don’t know if it’s having two boys or what but I am finding this stage really hard atm. I think they are so overtired and stimulated from school that they go into meltdown mode by this time. I am waiting for Dan to get home and he can do bedtime tonight, hopefully he has wine..

If anyone has any tips on balance with a five day a week job, kids and housework hit me up because i would love some tips!!

In other news, i am going to write a book in the new year which will include some of my blogs and views etc. on how i feel about parenting. If anyone has any input or would like some of their tips featured the comment below, message me on instagram (justamummy_x) or over on my Facebook again (facebook.com/justamummy15)

Not an overly exciting blog, so sorry about that.

Please also don’t forget that I am in the running for the UK Blog Awards. I am under Parent and Baby, page 4 – Just a Mummy.

One vote per person, all you have to do is click the HEART next to my name. It closes on 24th December! Link is on my previous posts, if you can’t find it then comment and i will paste it. Thanks dolls ❤

How depressing that this time next month Christmas will be over.. i am such a miserable bitch.. must be the weather !!!!

Wedding, Grayson and a French Bulldog!

Hey!

Well, what a whirlwind it has been. Once again, I am sorry I have been non existent.

First off, me and Dan got married! Finally! and it was the most amazing, magical day. It was everything and more. I will share a few pictures later.

We are only really finding our feet again from it all, it was such a build up and lots of stress but we still need to find some downtime to reflect on it all. We still need to choose our photos from our photographer.

We then came home and decide to re-home a 9 month old french bulldog called Albie. Oh my god, what an adventure that has been. He is such a beautiful, loving little dog and Travis and him adore each other, but oh it’s been hard work. It’s like he doesn’t know how to be a dog, how to be affectionate or how to cuddle. We are really trying to work with him and get some training put in place but it is hard with another dog and two kids!

There have been times I thought I regretted my decision to take him on, but, I know he was meant for us. Our little crazy family.

In other news, it’s half term. This is our last week, both boys had two weeks off. We have had such a lovely time, as much as they drive me absolutely insane I am going to miss them when they go back on Monday but I am looking forward to having my routine back.

 

Grayson has been testing this last week. I think he misses nursery, he needs it. He needs the stimulation that I just can’t give him. He is so much different to Kellan, they are both so loving, the most loving and caring little boys I know but my god he has such a temper on him. He shouts at me, growls at me, hits me. It seems however I punish him nothing stops him. He just laughs at me. He doesn’t do it to his Dad, i just know it’s for my benefit which is frustrating. He cries if i leave and he doesn’t see me but if I’m at home with him he turns into a completely different child. I might start calling him Jekyll and Hyde. Seriously.

I am not sure if it is just him being a ‘threeager’ but bloody hell.. he is unbelievable and so exhausting. If you have any tips, please comment or message me because I feel like he has aged me about twenty years, god knows what he will be like when he is actually a teenager.

Anyway, I hope you are all ok and I hope you all have a lovely weekend, we have a fair bit to do tomorrow then hopefully Sunday we can just chill and have some family time before the madness of school starts.

 

I’ve missed my blog, but I am back now. For good. I promise X

 

 

 

Caesarean over natural?

well hello, it’s been a while.

I’ll be honest we have been super busy. What with the six weeks holiday, our month in Spain, writing a book oh, and getting married.

We are finally settling back into our routine and the swing of everything. K has just started year one, and G is in he’s second year of nursery.


 

Now, blog topic. This topic comes up quite a lot.

I don’t understand how people think a c-section is an easy way out, or, if they had a choice of section and natural a section would win all day long.

These people have never had sections. Now, i am eternally grateful that my two boys were bought into the world safely, and yes, by caesarean. K was an emergency after 39.5 hours of labour, G was planned as per my consultant.

These are some of the things I get told why a section is better than natural:

  1. your vagina stays the same

in my case, false. My vagina definitely isn’t the same. I laboured with K for hours, they tried every method to get that chunk out which also resulted in being cut and stitched down below. double whammy. 

2. you don’t piss yourself while jumping on a trampoline

that is true, in my case. I may dribble sometimes when i laugh, but i don’t piss myself. 

3. you can poo after c-section without any issues

nope. both times i had to take lactulose because I couldn’t poo, it’s not just vaginal births that have this. 

4. at least you can rest while everyone runs around for you

Oh yea, it’s fantastic being laid up for a few days/weeks because you have had major surgery which entails them cutting through layers of skin while they try not to cut your bladder/bowl or catch your baby. 

 

you get the jist right? yes, in someway it might seem the ‘easy way out’ but i would have loved to have had a natural birth but i didn’t, it is what it is. Just I was having a conversation on holiday about Natural VS. Section and it just angers me on people’s perspectives. I haven’t been through natural, they haven’t been through sections, we can only have our opinions.

 

Anyway.. I hope you are all ok.

I promise it won’t be so long next time

 

A x

 

Just a Quick Hi

Hey lovelys,

Just a little blog to say Hi !!

I’ve been quiet as I have been in Spain and didn’t take my laptop!! I knew if I took it, i would if ended up doing work and I wanted to spend time with the boys – plus I had lots of wedding stuff to sort!

Kids are back to school this week, Grayson is off Nursery today so we went to soft play. He has now crashed on the sofa and I’m watching Friends. Standard.

Will blog later tonight about our holiday and about my worries about Kellan starting year one. It really is creeping up on us !

Oh, for you book lovers out there, I read this book while I was in Spain and I loved it !! Very easy read and great for holidays !!

Link is below

Weight..

I don’t know if you remember me blogging about my nurse appointment and being told that my BMI was in the ‘overweight’ section? 

Well, today I had to go back to get another three months worth of my pill. She told me that I wasn’t just in the overweight section last time, I was in the obese section! I think she could tell by the look on my face that I was gobsmacked, she then went on to tell me that she didn’t want me getting depressed about it and that I have lost some weight so I’m now just in the ‘overweight’ section. She then went on to tell me that she could give me some information on a weight loss programme and I would get the first 12 weeks free.. what the actual fuck. 
I came out of there bummed. No wonder women feel so insecure and constantly worried about their image and weight. I am a size 12-14 – I really wouldn’t class myself as overweight. I eat healthy (most of the time), I am on the go constantly. 
I just don’t get it, I don’t get how they can class you as overweight because some numbers don’t match up. It really bothered me, which has now made me see my body in a different way, the unconfident me came back. I will get over it and I will continue my healthy eating journey, but it just really pissed me off.
I saw something today that said that New Look have started charging a ‘fat tax’ what the hell is wrong with this world, women are meant to be curvaceous, not sticks! I just think it is so wrong how body image is seen at the moment, it makes me worry about my boys and how they will grow up. Everyone is beautiful, what ever shape or size, we are beautiful. 
I hope you are all ok, might sit and indulge in an easter egg now.. why not?

Consent to change your child’s nappy..

Ok, sorry, but what the actual fuck is this ‘expert’ going on about?? A baby needs to give consent for you to change their nappies?!

Mummy: ‘Oh, Hi little newborn baby, can mummy change your nappy? you seem to have had a poo explosion’

Newborn: ‘No, I would like to roll around in my own poo’

Mummy: ‘Ok then, have fun kid’


 

Like seriously?!? come on, what the bloody hell is going on. I’m all for moving with the times and that, but this is just ridiculous, even worse than celebrities branding their children as ‘it’s’ as they don’t want to confuse them into what gender they are!!!

Do you agree with this? I am still gobsmacked by the stupidity of it if I’m honest

 

Let me know your thoughts

A x

Let me fill you in…

First off, let me apologise for the lack of blogs… honestly, I haven’t known my arse from my elbow. What with getting back into the swing of school, birthdays and illnesses it has been one thing after another.

Grayson has tonsillitis, he got antibiotics for it yesterday on his birthday. Two out of he’s three birthday’s he has had it, poor little love. I felt so sad for him yesterday, we didn’t go to the zoo like we planned, we popped to the airport to watch the planes for an hour but he just wanted to come home. To top it off, Kellan is unwell with a cough and temperature, so he was home today.

It has been a long day. I wouldn’t send my kids in ill, but bloody hell. I am exhausted. My house looks like a fucking tip, physically cannot keep on top of it with them two around. Not quite sure how I managed to do it when they were both home !

I will bring you upto speed with whats been happening in my quiet time:

  1. I’ve written a book. An actual book. I am going to be self publishing and I am just in the last stages of that. I think it is referred to as a ChicLit with a bit of naughtiness.
  2. I get married in three months and we are no closer to knowing what is actually going on as the woman we deal with doesn’t seem to have a urgent bone in her body. Myself and the wedding planner are getting extremely cheesed off.
  3. I done a interview for an irish radio station about one of my blogs (yes, it was a few months ago) (yes, i am still reeling from it)

So yea, if you are interested in my book, let me know and I can send you the instagram link where you can keep upto date with it. The book will be going as an eBook first, if it does well, I will then publish it.

I have just drunk an amazing bottle of wine called Narat Zitz Rogg, it was a birthday present for Dan, but I cannot seem to find it anywhere – if you have seen it on your travels, please let me know as I am worried I will drink the rest of the bottle tonight and leave none for Dan. Talking of wine, if you are a fan of rose but don’t like it too sweet, you need to get yourself a bottle of Mirabeau. Oh my god. It is absoloutley fantastic. I heard about the wine through a lady I follow on insta called (Ultimategirlgang – go follow her, amazing) also (go follow blissfully_winging_it – also amazing) anyway, so yes, I came across Mirabeau wine because of Liv. It is a dry rose (didn’t even know you could get dry rose) but so refreshing and delicious. It is the perfect wine for a garden party/BBQ/all night drinking because it is so light, so you never feel full of wine or bloated.

Please hit me with your 5* suncreams please, ambre solaire is brining my two up and only has 3*’s which is crap!!

 

Sorry for the long rant, I hope you are all ok. I won’t leave it so long next time, I promise xx

Suns Out, Suns Out..

Today has been a strange one to say the least, Kellan has been at school and I’ve been at home with Grayson. We played outside, then he wanted to come inside and watch Hop!, then back outside, then inside.. you can see the pattern here?

Grayson has been a bit testing over the last couple of weeks, temper tantrums mixed with tiredness has just been a bit too much for me. I am trying to try new discipline techniques, we are getting there, slowly but surely.

So anyway, I had dentist today. I don’t like the dentist, it is a really big fear of mine. I stupidly decided to book a check up with the kids. To be honest, I tried to be a lot calmer for their sake as they love the dentist. Appointment was at 16:15, I am literally sweating out, majorly. It’s ridiculous. The receptionist’s were just staring at my two lunatics running around the hot waiting room, there’s nothing for them to play with so they were amusing themselves, and tbh, I was so nervous, I didn’t have the energy to rein them in.

Now, I told both boys that mummy was very scared of the dentist and I needed them to try their hardest to be good for mummy and if they could hold my hand.

16:35 arrives, and we were called through. Kellan threw me under the bus and put me forward first, but my little mate G run to the dentist chair and got comfortable. Next was my turn, G was insistent that he was sitting on my lap, the poor dentist was trying to check my teeth with Grayson fidgeting and trying to climb up and down off of my lap. After five minutes the dentist told me I needed a filling and deep clean but he will re-book me in. It just went downhill from there, kids were trying to run out the door while I was talking to the dentist, I then tried to pay and my card got declined twice. My face was melting, I am pretty sure I had sweat patches down to my hips! The receptionist wasn’t very sympathetic while I am trying to think what account I needed to pay out of, while trying to watch what the boys were doing. I then asked if I could rebook my appointment and she made it quite clear that I should probably call back once I am at home, without the kids. So I replied “of course, I will call you once I have taken my Demon children home” and walked out.

I was pissed off, hot, freaking out about my filling and tbh, I just wanted to get home to a big glass of wine.

Kids are now a bed, Dan is watching a film and I’m, well, Blogging.

I am enjoying this sunshine though, I don’t want it to ever leave!

Thank God it’s Friday tomorrow, hope you are all ok,

A x