I’m almost eight months in as a ‘mum of two’ and I’m still getting my head around using those simple three words to describe myself.
It’s been a long, dark, wet winter. I’m pretty sure I have Seasonal Affective Disorder and being on maternity leave this year hasn’t made it any easier. In fact, I’ve probably felt worse from being frustrated by not getting out and about with V as much as I hoped I would. The visions of crisp winter buggy-walks along the sea front didn’t really happen. Continue reading
It’s half term and the past few days have been non-stop, ferrying E around to various activities and soft play places. I had every intention that today would be a ‘quiet’ day. I had visions of a lie-in, followed by a morning of tea, toast and telly.
Instead, I decided our bedroom needed redecorating.
I really hope the saying ‘bad luck comes in threes’ has some truth to it because I have had my three this week.
The boy is seven months old. WT actual F?! I’m over two-thirds of the way through my maternity leave already *serious sad face* and since I last posted, waaaay back in October, my boy has gone from being an incredibly gorgeous-yet-admittedly-slightly boring baby on a repeat eat/sleep/poo cycle to an even more gorgeous (yes, this is possible) babbling, eating, grabbing, sitting, rolling mini person.