Category Archives: First times


I’m not making New Years resolutions this year, I’m setting goals for the year, things to aim for but not unrealistic targets that I’ll fail at and feel bad about.

Goal 1: spend time

It doesn’t matter what it is, take your time. It might be seeing friends, shopping, or playing snakes and ladders with my girl, I promise to try to be in the moment and not be thinking about the next task or on my phone helping someone on Facebook who’s looking for toenail clippers recommendations.

Goal 2:

Be about experiences not things.

I’ve tried to do this one for pretty much as long as my 5 year old daughter has been around and we have had lots of experiences and made fantastic memories, but we still have a whole room of plastic crap that is played with approximately every 8 months. Going to the park and singing greatest showman on the swings is always going to be preferable to the latest LOL doll, in my eyes anyway.

Goal 3:

Read more.

This is quite an easy one, but I figured that it would be setting a good example if I had my nose in a book every now and again. Plus I still need to finish the novel that’s been on 4 holidays with me, this is the year to do it.

I’d love to hear if you have any or what you think of mine…..


Cute politics

Brexit is all a bit of a mess isn’t it? We watched the debate in the House of Commons on Monday afternoon because my 5 year old is trying to become a school councillor so I was explaining the basics of government.

Obviously when they address anyone in the house they reply to their “Right honourable friend” So we gave it a go, she put her best posh politician’s voice on and said “my right horrible friend”. I bet Teresa May wishes she could’ve said that too!

I need to stop saying yes!

Do you ever say yes to something and then get the fear because you don’t quite know what you’ve said yes to?

That’s what I did yesterday at the end of a school volunteers meeting, they have these to run through health and safety, confidentiality and safeguarding, that kind of stuff, but at the end they asked how often I could volunteer, to which year group and what skills I could bring?

I think I’ve signed up to do baton twirling, nine till six, Monday to Thursday! It may not go down so well with my boss.

First day of school

It’s an emotional thing seeing your little ones go off to school for the first time. I knew that I would have tears, but I don’t really know why? Is it because it’s the end of an era, because they’re growing up so quickly or just pride in them?

My daughter started today and I really felt quite up together. We were up breakfast-ed and dressed in plenty of time, all ready for the stand in front of a door in your uniform picture, the picture that will live for ever and be brought out for any and every occasion.

I could feel myself welling up as we approached the gates, but I collected myself, show no fear was the mantra in my mind, if I’m confident so is she. I discovered that parents are allowed into the classroom to get them sorted with their peg for coats etc and was in two minds about it. I needn’t have worried, when the bell went, she gave me a kiss and a “love you mummy” turned on her heels and off she went, not even a glance backwards. That’s my girl!

*I bawled my eyes out all the way home!

It’s been a year of firsts and we’re not done yet, end of year teacher presents, what to get? When I saw boxes of matchmakers in the shops for a quid each I thought “Oh yes brilliant, a couple of boxes of them, who doesn’t like matchmakers?“ But when I spoke to some other mums they definitely turned their noses up at the minty sticks so I got all paranoid, went to the off-licence and got a couple of bottles of wine.

It was a little embarrassing walking to school pick up with a gift bag vino in each hand, but I doubt it would be as embarrassing as sending a five-year-old to school with her bag clinking like she’s got some alcohol problem.

Oh I’m such an earth mother!

I have to admit I did get a little nervous when my 5 year old announced she’d learnt a new word at school. Which expletive would it be? So my relief was palpable when she came out with “Namaste”!

It really made me feel like I’d made it as a parent! I had visions of her going to play dates at other people’s houses and coming out with the greeting at the door, the other parents thinking that I’m all earthy and organic and that we dress in hemp clothing and eat lentils, when the truth is we wear onesies all weekend, watch tele and eat chicken nuggets.

Football and the kid life balance

Parenting dilemma for this week centred around the big football game against Columbia. Do I stay home and put her to bed at 7, also kick off time (for the players, not my daughter) or take her with me to a mates house so I’ve at least got someone there to moan about the ref to. I had planned to leave at half time, go home, get my 5 year old into bed and watch the rest on my own, but it felt like I might be tempting fate if I changed anything about the circumstances.

So we stayed until full time, by then of course we had to go to extra time. I shimmied my girl out the door as quickly as I could and chased home, got her into bed and listened to a tele in the other room whilst I read the Gruffalo.

Penalties were watched all alone in my bedroom in near on silence as I jumped up and down, cheering England in the goals, whilst trying not to wake my girl. It’ll be much easier at 3 o’clock in the afternoon. C’MON ENGLAND!!!