Who said play-dates were fun?

Hey Friend,

You’re not gonna believe the day I’ve had! I should now be stuffing my face with chocolate whilst watching some nonsense on the tv to forget but it’s the summer holidays so the girls are still up – and, more importantly – I don’t actually have any chocolate!!! Yes, this is a truly crappy end to my day.

So, a couple of days ago Mr E came home with the girls – all proud of himself because he’d organised a play date for the girls with our neighbour and her daughter. He didn’t actually check if I’d made plans first and when I pointed this out he said “I thought it’d give you a break as she (the mum) is going to come over for an hour and then take them all to the park.” Hmmmm.

Fast forward to this morning – she breezes in with both her children – yes, both when I was only expecting one – and says “thanks for having them. I’m off to get my hair done and will be back in a couple of hours.” Excuse me? This was not part of the plan! But off she went and I stood there hoping the girls were up to the challenge of entertaining our guests. This was at 11am by the way. Older Miss pointed out that we were going to have lunch soon – cue panicked look on my face as I wasn’t prepped to do lunch for 6 (well, 5.5 as Bubs is still weeny)! The mum said “they’ve just had breakfast so they’ll be fine” – phew! Doesn’t mean I didn’t feel bad though when we sat down to eat and the guests were just waiting for the girls to finish….(I know, I’m awful but in my defense I did offer but they declined and I wasn’t going to wait until thy left to eat as – well, I’m coming to that)!

Pretty much as soon as the front door closed the youngest one started saying he wanted to go home – then he turned it into a song – a song that had no other words – just ‘I want to go hoooommme’ on repeat (thank God I don’t drink because I would surely have been reaching for the wine after 5 minutes of that).

The girls were great hostesses – they got the board games out, built a den, demolished said den, got the craft stuff out and built some weird and wonderful things and then finally sat down to a movie. I made them all some popcorn which was inhaled within a couple of minutes. Does this sound like a lot of things in a short space of time? Does it sound like 2 hours worth of activities? No? Then you’d be right. Frankly as soon as I heard the words ‘I’m going to get my hair done’ I knew it was highly unlikely that the children were going to make it to the park today.

I sent a message – keeping it friendly, of course – ‘when are you due back? (smiley face)’. The reply was ‘will be back around 4pm’ – 4pm?? She must be thinking this is the best free babysitting service ever! All the while, I’m firing off angry texts to Mr E for organising this debacle of a day – which, to be fair, isn’t his fault – how was he to know what he agreed to wasn’t actually going to happen? But I wasn’t thinking rationally at the time and growled and snarled as I sent a couple more texts… Hopefully I’ll get some chocolate from all the guilt I’ve piled on… 🙂

The mum turned up at 4.15pm, hair looking fabulous, of course and gushing at how grateful she was to me for having them (now I feel bad… okay, not really). She’s agreed to have the girls next week. I’m tempted to drop off all three children and book myself into a spa for the day!

Speak soon x

To detox, or not to detox…?

Hey there,

So you’re not gonna believe this but I am one child down this week – Older Miss has gone away with school and it feels very weird. I know it’s all part of growing up but we all had a snuggle in bed at the weekend – well, Mr E, Little Miss and I snuggled – Bubs just climbed over us whilst throwing his head back as if determined to headbutt us all at least once. Anyway, I felt sad that she was missing the snuggle however dangerous Bubs had made it…

Shake it up, baby!

I have clearly chosen the wrong week to do a detox – yeah, I know – me! Doing a detox! But in a week when I’m missing my girl and just want to binge on chocolate, it clearly wasn’t one of my better ideas. On the upside, I have been chocolate-free for about a week now – yay me! The downside is I’ll probably go nuts when I’m free of this cleanse and undo all my hard work (insert eye-roll). And I know you said I look great the last time you saw me  (thanks) but seeing as my wonderful children like to refer to my gut as if it’s a person in its own right, I’ll have to say you were just being kind – children don’t lie (unless they’ve eaten that sweet that you told them not to and then they get caught…)!!

Another good thing about this detox is I’m drinking loads of water but (where there’s a pro there’s always a con) I have to wee about 500 times a day! And Bubs is getting quicker moving across the floor so I am literally racing him to get to the bathroom, handle my business and get out before he arrives at the door to greet me. I don’t know what he finds so fascinating about the bathroom anyway – I know for sure that will change when he’s older and has to muck in with cleaning the toilet…

So what with running (actually running) back and forth to the bathroom and not eating very much you’d think I’d have a flat stomach by now, right? Wrong. It’s still there – taunting me – telling me that years of chocolate and cake abuse will not be shifted in a week. But it will be worth it – right? Tell me it will be worth it and I will believe you! I’ve got two more days of this cleanse left and there’s still cake at my Mum’s so if I don’t get some words of encouragement I’m likely to jump on a bus and go get it right now!

The fate of my uncontrollable gut is in your hands…

Speak soon x



Sugar? Yes, please!


How are you?

You’re not going to believe this – well, actually, you are – my love affair with sugar is back – help me before I gorge myself on more biscuits!

How many times have we said we’re cutting out sugar for good, only to be sucked back in? I thought it would be easier to eat better, healthier whilst being at home – no vending machine calling to me at 3pm. No never ending birthday celebrations with cakes that I just can’t say ‘no’ to. No cafeteria just downstairs selling muffins, cookies, brownies… Excuse me whilst I wipe the drool from my chin… what was I saying? Oh yeah – so it should be easier to resist temptation whilst I’m off work  – just don’t buy the junk, right? Ha! If only it were that simple. Sometimes, I just can’t help myself and sometimes Mr E is to blame. He says he’s going to join me eating healthily and I think great – we’re in this together. Then he comes home with a tub of ice cream, a packet of custard creams and a flake (only the flake is meant for me, by the way) and I’m done. “What happened to eating better?” I say. “I’ll start tomorrow” he says but tomorrow doesn’t seem to have arrived yet…

I think back to this time last year when I was pregnant and couldn’t even sniff chocolate or a cake without feeling ill, let alone actually eat them. I was eating fruit like my survival depended on it but the weird thing was I didn’t miss the sugary stuff. It was a whole new me! And drinking water – loads of it – I couldn’t drink anything else! I remember O.M said with real panic on her face one day “What if the baby doesn’t like cake?” That’s how serious the situation was – even my own children were looking at me and asking “Who are you and what have you done with my Mother?”

We needn’t have worried – sugar is back in my life and it’s as though we’ve never been apart. Cakes, chocolate, ice cream, hot chocolate – I don’t discriminate – all sugary treats are welcome – well, maybe not all. I take an exception to mint/choc or orange/choc combo’s as they’re just wrong.

I clicked on a link the other day titled ‘how to lose belly fat quickly’ – the first tip was ‘eat less’. Needless to say, I stopped reading.

Take care.

P.S: Two biscuits were devoured in the writing of this post… I am beyond help.





Hey friend,

You’re not gonna believe this but my children are driving me to chocolate… Seriously. Yes, I’m saying that I hold them wholly responsible for my lack of will power. Let me give you an example – weekends (or random inset days, or general holidays from school…) – suddenly it’s as though they’ve never been fed!  And I have to listen to that same question on repeat for pretty much the whole day:

“Mummy, can we have a snack please?”

“A snack? Didn’t you just have breakfast?”

“We didn’t just have breakfast – that was ages ago!”

No, my love – it was actually an hour ago. No snack.

Eventually I cave, of course, just so I don’t have to hear that question again – but I do hear it again up until they’re going to bed I will hear that question at least 20 times for the entire day. Maybe that doesn’t seem like a lot but believe me – it is.

And then there’s the boy – Bubs – who enjoys putting everything in his mouth except the food I offer him, including – but not limited to:

Wires under the tv table; nappy sacks; the wheels on Mr.E’s desk chair; shoes; not to forget his own toys and of course, his hands.

The whole weaning malarkey was easy with the girls – they pretty much liked everything. Bubs? Not so easy. We were doing fine up until the time I introduced broccoli – it’s been downhill ever since. Now, instead of opening his mouth wide for a spoonful, he’ll crack it open just enough so I can get the tip in and he can taste it before he commits to a whole mouthful. Regardless of what it is he’ll pull a face that says “What the heck are you feeding me?” before realisation strikes and he discovers it’s not the dreaded broccoli but sweet potato – which he actually likes. You’d think after that he’d eat normally, right? No. Not right. Very, very wrong. My son appears to think I’m tricking him with every mouthful so he has to ‘taste’ each one. And he’s cottoned on to my little trick to make him smile one of his big, gummy smiles before dropping in a spoonful of food.  He now smiles with his mouth firmly closed.

Beaten by a 6 month old.

So, I may say every other week that I’m giving up chocolate but I think you’ll agree that I need it.

Take care, speak soon x