Tag Archives: Happiness

My Best Friend

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Last night I was talking to my best friend and I realised something. It came after a fairly serious conversation. We’d been talking about the operation he needs on his back, how it’ll mean he can’t drive for 4 weeks, how his pay is going to be effected as he’ll need to take some time off. What we’ll do while he can’t drive (I can’t drive full stop and his house is really far away & nowhere near a train station) Our future, when we want to move in together, have another baby.That stuff. We talked as we do, about Chops and his relationship with her. We’ve talked about the … Continue reading →

Miracle

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Sometimes, just at random intervals throughout the day, I look at Chops and realise, as if for the first time that this is my Daughter I’m looking at. This astonishes me. Even though I’ve had over two and a half years to get used to it, 3 and a half if you include my pregnancy, sometimes, the fact that I Am A Mother just floors me. I look at Chops doing simple things- raising a glass of milk to her mouth before bed and having a drink and I think “Wow”. How on earth did that little person come from me? It’ll 11.40pm, just 10 minutes ago she woke up coughing (we’ve both … Continue reading →

Trust

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Trust. A loaded gun in the English language if ever there was one. Sure, we know what it means. But what it means to me and what it means to you or our partners, or either of our best friends could be two, or three, or four dozen very different things. I’ll give you an example. My best friend got married this year, she has been with her husband for about four years. About a month before the wedding, she was in the car with him (he was driving) and their daughter and he asked her to send a text to his brother letting him know they were on the … Continue reading →

The Good Parent Guide.

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This post is actually going to come with a dedication. Why the heck not. This post is to everyone who has ever looked despairingly at their child(ren) or their own reflection in the mirror and thought “Am I doing this right?” Or even “I’m really not doing this right!”. But especially, this is dedicated to my friend Rachel aka Mummy Glitzer. I have spent many, and I do mean many, many, many MANY hours in the last three years worrying. About my capabilities as a parent. I wonder if perhaps, I feel that burden weighs heavier on my shoulders as I’m a single parent and therefore I have to be two people’s … Continue reading →

Four

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Babies. I’m obsessed with them at the moment. I’ve met the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, he feels the same about me. And so… “Procreate, procreate, procreate!” screams my uterus. I have never experienced ‘being broody’ before. Chops was born out of a very different relationship under very different circumstances. I was only 23 then not very young granted, but younger than I saw myself when I looked into the crystal ball of my future. I’m almost 27 now and my little girl is two and a half. Not a massive different in numbers but a complete transformation in all other manners. Although I’m also … Continue reading →

Image

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Before I start. I’m sorry. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and I hate what I see. Not in a pouty, girl posing and saying it for attention way. Really. Before I get my hair sorted and I layer on my make up, when my hair is all matted and frizzy and generally awful and I’ve got pores you could fall into, huge bags under my eyes, and I’m all pasty and grey looking, when I look at myself- my actual self, not the self I spend making myself look like before I go out, it makes me feel horrible. Over the summer, I lost 10lbs and felt great. But … Continue reading →

Nope, no extra crazy here today thank you!

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So, today has been an official pyjama day in the house of myself & Chops. I have done no housework, no proper stuff, not even got dressed- either of us! We have just chilled out in our pyjamas and do you know what, it was exactly what we needed. We haven’t had any days where we just do nothing together without anyone or anything else interrupting us in ages and sometimes it good to just be together without any extras. And then along comes an ex boyfriend and pisses all over my chips. Here’s the story. When I was 21, I spent half of my 2nd year at uni living in Wagga … Continue reading →

Twitter

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Tonight I’ve been following the #madblogawards tag on twitter. I wasn’t there of course, I was just sat in my bed, faffing about with my laptop, drinking wine and checking out everyone in their beautiful dresses. It’s almost midnight now & I’m sat in my daughters room waiting for her to go back to sleep and as it usually does around this time, my twitter feed has slowed right down. A thought just popped into my head and it’s niggling at me “what if I’d had twitter when things were starting to go wrong with her Dad?”. I know it one of those “what if’s” that I should never allow … Continue reading →

Croissants

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Some of you might know… Or, who knows, care even, that a great big part of things getting a whole lot better round here has to do with my new boyfriend. I say new, he’s not really new anymore but I wasn’t with him the last time I blogged. I just want to take a moment to celebrate his general awesome-ness by showing you these: Fresh, home made (he’s a chef) croissants that this particular man, who works 70 + hours a week, set his alarm to make sure he got up before Chops, snuck downstairs while I was sleeping in her bed and baked for me, along with homemade … Continue reading →