Winning or Whining till Wine O'clock
Jo Middleton (Slummy Single Mummy) is a blogger turned novelist and this week sees the launch of Playgroups and Prosecco. I was lucky enough to be gifted a proof copy of the book so I can give you lovely lot an insight into the misadventures of a single Mum. The Blurb on the back Single... Continue Reading →
The first trimester pretty much sucks. I hate this bit of pregnancy. This is our fourth attempt. First time round I'm not sure my body knew how to grow a baby and well, it wasn't to be. Maybe that's the reason these 12 weeks are the worst. I'm not awfully sick, I don't turn green... Continue Reading →
Dear Mama, If I had a pound for every time I've been told, "The days are long but the years are short", I'd buy myself... A really nice handbag! But it's sickeningly true isn't it? Days can be really, really long but the years - they seem to fly by without us realising. So many... Continue Reading →
Would you choose the gender of your unborn children if you could? It's called Pre-implantation genetic diagnosis and is currently illegal in the UK on ethical grounds. A recent magazine article stated that there are investigations revealing UK fertility clinics illegally helping parents to choose the gender of their baby. I understand in some medical... Continue Reading →
Last weekend the baby of the house turned two. I'm not really sure I remember life before him. Our Little C is shall we say, 'strong willed'. It's basically his way or no way. From the day he latched in Neo-natal he has been a boob monster. But breastfeeding needs to work for both Mummy... Continue Reading →
So far the summer holidays have had good days and bad. The bad have been all my own fault. I've come to realise having both Little C's at home all day means we have to have a plan. Lazing in our pj's is not an option. July's Mud & Bloom box couldn't have arrived at... Continue Reading →
I've only gone and done it again... Turned into a big ball of mush over a momentous moment. See tonight I put the Little C to bed for his final night as a one year old. Tomorrow we are officially in terrible two territory and I can hardly remember him as a baby. As 7pm... Continue Reading →
If you haven't heard of The Irish Fairy Door Company where have you been? Since 2013 they have been finding human homes for fairies all over the world and their latest piece of Fairy Magic is the 'No More Worries Kit'. "Did you know fairies have the power to take worries from humans and grind... Continue Reading →
This time last year I hit publish on a spiel about me and Mummy's Whine Club became real. I didn't have a notion what I was doing and still probably don't but tapping out my thoughts on this keyboard is quite therapeutic. So here we are celebrating Mummy's Whine Clubs' first birthday! I thought it... Continue Reading →
I'll set the scene, our family of four have just touched down on our first package holiday. The bags have been discarded, the swimming gear is on and our pasty Irish skin is about to see sunshine for the first time since... Well you know yourself, there might have been a day or two in... Continue Reading →
