I’m writing this when I should be doing housework.  It’s been one of *those* mornings. I’ve just sat and fed Little L while I sobbed.  He looked up at me and smiled.  I feel like I’ve failed my children.  I feel like a crap mum, a crap girlfriend and and crap daughter.  I took Little L to be weighed and he’s dropped down that fucking chart.  I KNOW it’s a guideline. I KNOW he’s healthy so why do I feel like I’ve failed him? I’m exclusively breastfeeding so I feel like I’m not good enough now.  My house is a mess.  I’m constantly chasing myRead More →

​We went to Bewl Water today. For those of you who don’t know it’s a reservoir with water sports, boat trips, play ground etc etc.  It was quite a hectic morning and I might have been a bit Mumzilla… We got there at lunch time so headed straight for the cafe.   I asked Big L what he would like to eat.  He looked at the board and pointed out the children’s lunch boxes.  Clever little so and so can read and everything.  In the cafe I noticed they were doing chicken nuggets and chips (that’ll save me from cooking tonight) nope.  Lunch box itRead More →

I’m sat here on this lovely summer’s day 3 years to the day that I had my first major operation. An operation that would lead to a further 4, and counting… I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease in September 2012. Big L was 1 and Little L was a sparkle in his father’s eye.  I’d suffered with what had been previously diagnosed as IBS since my teens and been backwards and forwards to the Dr’s since.  It turns out it was actually Crohn’s. Crohn’s and IBS have very similar symptoms and Crohn’s is apparently hard to diagnose. It was found because I’d been ill withRead More →

You know those mums who totally have their shit together? Yeah?! Me too.  And I’m not one of them.  Let me tell you about my day in the hope that, in some small way it makes you feel better about yours.  Today was tough. It started out fine. I even managed a lie in until 7.30 (we don’t count the wake ups to feed or wee overnight). I made Vince’s sandwiches last night too so didn’t have to rush doing them  (yes we are very new age in our house)! The day went tits up somewhere around 8am. First of all I had only hadRead More →

I know most of my blogs are tongue in cheek and hopefully bring a little laughter to your day so I apologise in advance for this installment. I’m writing this following the recent storyline in EastEnders. The tragic death of Paul brought back memories from my early twenties. When I was 24 I lost my boyfriend to an accident at work. We’d been going out together for about 8 months. We had plans to move in together and had been on holiday to Torquay in his little red Fiat. The night before his death we’d been to our usual Thursday night karaoke at our localRead More →

I didn’t intend this blog to be about family life or being a mum as I think there’s more to my life than that but it would seem having a five year old and (nearly) four month old mean that actually that is all my life is about, for the time being at least. Anyway.  School family BBQ and disco.  Seriously.  This is what my Friday nights have become.  Gone are the days of getting home from work, jumping in the shower for AT LEAST half an hour then spending a good couple of hours moisturising, putting on enough make up to make the MACRead More →

There was an article in the local rag recently about a woman who had complained to a train company about workmen who had wolf whistled at her.  Now.  Let’s set the scene. Said woman was alone on a platform locally following an awards ceremony in London. She was waiting on a connecting train. She was dressed up.  It was late at night. She was wolf whistled at by several workmen that were working for the train company nearby. She felt vulnerable. I can understand that.  I have walked home from the pub slightly inebriated on countless occasions and yes I felt vulnerable.  Head down.  WalkRead More →

Ok.  Own up! Whose bright idea were baby groups? You know, the ones in a musty church hall with toys that probably failed safety regulations back in 1982 that cost you 50p for which you get a shitty cup of tea and a pink wafer biscuit. I hate these groups with a passion.  They were my biggest source of “mummy guilt” with my first child and I’ve vowed not to put that kind of pressure on myself this time. I didn’t have any friends with children the same age and to be honest I’ve come to the realisation that I’m not your average mum. ByRead More →

Jesus wept people. St.George’s Cross is NOT racist.  I don’t think it is.  Why do you feel the need to share pictures on Facebook suggesting it is? The fact that you do suggests you think it is too. Although I have to admit when I see it I have a pang of “oh shit the EDL are on one again” St. George’s  Cross has been pinched by twatty right wing extremists and you are buying into their propaganda. Get a grip. It’s England’s flag.  Take it back from those wankers and make it something to be proud of.  Don’t go shouting “if you don’t likeRead More →

Erica’s blog. Stardate June 24th 2016.  See what I did there? So.  We voted Out. Fuck.  I wasn’t expecting that.  I thought it would be close but I never expected it to be that close.  I voted in. I felt we were stronger in the EU.  I owe the EU a lot, if it wasn’t for free movement I probably wouldn’t have met Vince (who’s French) and we wouldn’t have had our two beautiful children. How it will leave us as a family only time will tell. But.  The majority voted Out. We are a democracy and we must accept that.  I can only hopeRead More →