Author: Heather

Wash and flush… it’s not always a good idea

“Have you washed your hands?!” “Have you flushed?!” Two questions that are constantly spouting from my mouth because nine times out of ten she hasn’t done either of these things, and with the toilet being downstairs she hasn’t got far to go to rectify these things. (Even if it means all she’s doing is turning the tap…

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What to do when your husband cries

Tears are streaming down his face, his eyes are bloodshot looking like flashes of red lightning across the whites of his eyes, he takes the deepest watery sniff through his nose I’ve ever heard and he starts coughing. I hesitate as I approach him, “Are you okay?” I ask wondering what on earth is the…

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Signs that your Pre-Schooler is overly tired

“Mummy, when I was a little girl…”   “Mummy, remember when I was in your tummy…”   “Mummy, when I was a baby…”   This is how my five year old begins almost all of her sentences. Most of the time the rest of the sentence is made up from her own imagination….   “Mummy,…

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17 signs you’ve been watching WAY too much CBeebies

You become fascinated by some new knowledge you have gained from ‘Nina and the Neurons.’ You miss Sid. You wonder what on earth Katy has done to her hair THIS time! You begin sentences with, “You’ll never guess what happened on ‘Abney and Teal’ today!” You hear the theme music to Chugginton and say out…

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A day in the life of a sleep-deprived mum

05:30 Wake up after having been up with Oliver crying until 3am and begin worrying about my job interview this afternoon. 08:45 Hear elderly disabled neighbour shouting for help because water is pouring through the bathroom and kitchen ceiling of her one bedroom flat and her electricity has gone. 11:30 After dealing with landlords, the…

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How to react when your five year old uses the ‘C’ word.

My five year old daughter has just said the word ‘Shite!’ She’s looking extremely proud of herself: face beaming, pigtails bouncing as she shovels her favourite pizza and chips into her mouth whilst kneeling up to the kitchen table on the tallest dining room chair that we own and sitting right next to her, clearly…

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God Vs Father Christmas

It’s the middle of February and Sophie is writing her Christmas list. I say ‘writing’ but what I actually mean is she’s ‘drawing’ her Christmas list. This isn’t because she can’t write – far from it, she actually keeps a diary and writes in it every day – but, drawing is a much quicker way…

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