‚ÄčI’ve been struggling mentally a bit lately. I think I’m fairly good at hiding it from most people, not all. People that know me well know the signs.   Anyway.  It came to a bit of a head this morning and I was having trouble coping with life in general not to mention a teething baby and a five year old who just wants to play.   We’d planned a grand day out with Granny but ended up going to the local Wildfowl Reserve instead.  We go there a fair bit. It’s free and it’s lovely and it’s quite peaceful.  There’s nothing like immersing yourselfRead More →

Is it when you lean over your baby’s pushchair in Sainsburys and smell poo? No Is it when you take said baby to change him? No Is it when you discover that the poo *may* have travelled further than any other poo known to mankind Possibly Like this Holy shit When you realise it’s gone through his dungarees? Or into the pushchair? And you don’t have a spare set of clothes Maybe when you have to push him around Sainsburys screaming in nothing but a nappy and his cardigan? At the very least when you put the soiled footmuff from the pushchair in the washingRead More →