This month has made me realise that things have to change (I’ve said it before, and I know that this is a pattern for me…time to break it!) When I am out of the house, whether it’s running an event or doing training, nothing gets done! The children are looked after and fed, but that’s about it. When Daddy is in charge they have days out and they play a lot, or just chill out together…which is lovely, but it means that everything is left for me to catch up in the week!
Apart from feeling unappreciated and taken for granted, this realisation gave me a couple more concerns… (more…)
This week we had someone come in to tackle our garden, as it had changed into a meadow! The grass was waist height on Violet and you couldn’t even see her behind the flower beds! I actually like the meadow…I love wild flowers (weeds according to my husband!) and we’ve got enough space to let everything overgrown. Plus the flowers are good for the nest of honey bees in our garden (which are in turn good for our environment). Dexter and Violet loved it all overgrown…perfect for water fights!
Here’s the thing though…it just didn’t suit me. (more…)
I’m really tired…school holidays with two children full time, twice as much mess and the same amount of work for my business is exhausting! Not to mention dealing with insurance, garages, solicitors and physiotherapists after our recent accident. I had a Nanny booked to help out but she wasn’t available in the end…next thing on my list is find a new Nanny!
We have a Honey Bee’s nest in our garden, so I’ve been reading up about them. I’d noticed that some bees always stayed just outside the nest and would get quite aggressive if we were nearby. Apparently they are the Guard Bees, protecting the Queen and the honey. I hadn’t realised that there are loads of different roles for the bees, all supporting each other so they can get done what they are here to do.
Honey bees don’t try and do everything themselves, burning themselves out along the way! We need to be more like the Honey Bees! (more…)
Being a mum is amazing, but there is no doubt that each year or stage comes with its own challenges.
The first year is filled with unknowns, trying to work out who your Little One is, recovering from pregnancy and childbirth and dealing with sleep deprivation
The second year is a shock as your Little One all of a sudden develops these huge emotions that can erupt at any time (usually when you’re completely unprepared)
The third year can be where you really feel like things are at their most challenging…two year old meltdowns that leave you feeling like you’re not getting anything right, and quite frankly beaten.
You think that once you get past that milestone year, that everything will get better…except it doesn’t, it comes with its own set of challenges! Ages 3 and 4, just as we think the dust has settled, take boundary pushing to a new level!
But WHY?! (more…)
From the moment we know we are pregnant, there is a fierce need to protect our children no matter what.
We don’t want them to hurt, to feel sad, to worry or suffer in any way…and we do whatever we can to prevent that from happening, even at our own expense.
When we experience hurt ourselves, our natural instinct around our children is to ‘keep a lid on it’…we don’t want them to feel our hurt, to see us upset, to worry about us. So we push it down, tuck it away and pretend that we’re not hurting…and this is how we are hurting our children! (more…)
Mum Guilt has to be the most common thread amongst us all…even above sleep deprivation!
It’s like the minute you become pregnant, you start to feel guilty…because it’s not just you to consider now, and what you do can directly impact your Little One
We then give birth and from then on, the guilt comes thick and fast ALL THE TIME
The thing is that, although a little bit of guilt is ok (it keeps us in check), carrying such immense amounts of grief is toxic…and not just for us, it is for our Little Ones too. (more…)
Last year I invested in myself…it was a big investment at the time, and one I wasn’t sure I could afford.
One thing was certain, I couldn’t afford not to
You know when someone speaks and it feels like they’re talking to you? When you read their posts and sit there nodding your head, with tears in your eyes?
That was me
I loved my life…my little ones and my husband, my family and friends, my work and my home…but there was something missing
There was something missing in me
I wasn’t whole, wasn’t fully me, wasn’t being the best of me…and the way I saw it was, if I wasn’t the best of me, then everyone was getting short changed…including my Little Ones (more…)