The alarm always, always goes off in the middle of the best dream. It’s just a fact isn’t it? I can’t even really remember the dream as I am typing this up, aside from the fact I out ran some pirates but then realised one of them was Hugh Jackman and got all excited so then I ate cheese but don’t even really like cheese. You know how dream world is.

Anyway, my alarm went off and the night before was all hot and sticky so I didn’t get much sleep aside from the awesome pirate/Hugh Jackman dream. So I hit snooze, only I thought I hit snooze but I actually just turned it off. Forty minutes later I jumped out of bed realising that it wasn’t so much a snooze I just had as a full on nap and of course it was the Littles last day of school before they move up a year.

I woke them up and we were all worse off for the extra lay in because isn’t that always the way? I put some coffee on pronto and tried to get the sleepy Littles to wake up. I mean, they were awake if awake means half squinting and walking into door frames. But not fully awake so……. Even Leona was done in and she’s always up bright and early. After a little while, the good old ‘Battle of the Breakfasts’ began which goes a little something like this.

Me: “Kids, what do you want for breakfast today?”

Leona: (Completely ignores me because she loves all food and any food and eats like a horse, but for some unknown reason this excludes breakfast. And I’m talking any breakfast. Cereal, Toast….just anything breakfasty. So she usually has fruit which is great and healthy but you know…..)

Lex:”Jam on toast please.”

Me: “Aw we just ran out of jam. How about just toast?”

Lex: *Shakes head*

Me: “Nutella and toast?”

Lex: *Shakes head.*

Me: “Cornflakes?”

Lex: *Shakes head.*

Me: *Lists every breakfast we have while Lex shakes his head at everything.*

I go grab my much needed coffee and return for the ongoing breakfast battle.

Me: “Leona, are you just going to have fruit again? You know you should really eat a good filling breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day blah blah blah…….Why don’t you add toast or yoghurt with your fruit?”

Leona: “No Just fruit. I wish whoever invented breakfasts made chocolate or lasagne a breakfast thing. Ugh.”

She shakes her head as she goes to get blueberries and a banana. Which I know, I know….It is great that she’s so healthy and getting her five a day down her is way too easy. She loves all fruit and veg. But it would also be nice if she ate any other breakfast too!

I turn to my son who has decided that half seven in the morning is the correct time for putting an on demand football match on. It is not.

Me: “Hey Lex, so cornflakes yeah? And turn the TV off. You haven’t got time to watch a match, you need to be getting ready for school.”

Lex: “I don’t want cornflakes.”

Me: “But you ate them yesterday. You love cornflakes.” (Because Lex does actually like ALL types of breakfasts unlike Leona, he is just very unsure about what he wants.)

Lex: “Yeah but today I want toast and jam please.”

Me: “We don’t have jam. I’ll get some at the shops later. What do you want instead?”

Lex: “Fine then, cornflakes please. No. Toast. No wait, do we have any weetabix?”

So off I go to grab his weetabix. For the most part he is self sufficient in getting his own breakfast now. But also, he can be pretty damn lazy. Anyway….breakfast battle is done and it’s time to get ready for school but Leona is engrossed in her new library book and has already read two chapters since waking up and Lex is still watching the football game I told him to turn off.

So with both Littles not in a hurry despite sleeping way past alarms….we got to throw in an extra little ‘Oh bugger, today they get to dress up at school instead of go in normal uniform because somebody is retiring after 25 years and the dress code is ‘dress to impress’ which means finding something nice.’

The news of this does actually make Leona put down her book and go in search of something. Any excuse to dress up.

Me:”Lex, it’s dress to impress…. I’ll go grab those fancy trousers and button up shirt.”

Lex: “No. It’s OK. I’m wearing my football kit.”

Me: “No. Sorry buddy. You wore your footie kit at the last dress up day. This is dress to impress. It has to be smart.”

Lex: “Oh thanks. So you are saying my football kit is horrible.”

Me: “No no no. That’s not what I meant. It’s just sporty. The school wants smart.”

Lex: “OK …. I have loads of other football tops. Why don’t we compromise and I wear jeans with a football top?”

Me: “How about you get to wear jeans but then your smart button up top?”

Leona comes down in a dress that is way too short for her.

Leona: “Oh my god Lex, you can’t wear a football top, it’s dress to impress.”

Lex: “Yeah, who isn’t impressed by football?”

Me: “Leona….You are not wearing that. It’s way too short. Wait a minute, didn’t you have that dress about three years ago, why do we even still have it? ”

Leona shrugs:” I like it. If not, I found this……”

She holds up a dress smaller than the one she has on with a huge rip at the side.

Me: “No you can’t wear that. Go and put on a dress that fits you.”

Leona stomps off while Lex is still sitting there in his PJs, watching football. So I run and get him his button up shirt and jeans. Leona comes down in a dress that fits and I finally think we are getting there. Lex however, continues to argue with me about wearing a football top with pleas of ‘but all my friends will be wearing one’ and ‘The button up will be too hot anyway’ << He has me there. I suggest a cooler polo top but still he wants a football shirt so in the end, I let him have it. Listen folks, it’s not about giving in. It’s about the children having to learn from their own mistakes. If he insists on going in a football shirt when everyone else will be wearing ‘smarter’ clothes then he gets to see that maybe he should have listened. I rarely give in to the Littles…..he would have argued with me but in the end he would have worn the shirt I picked for him. However, as I said above….sometimes it is better they learn. He decided to take the polo shirt in his schoolbag in case he wanted to change which I was fine with….and as it turned out….there were other people wearing footie shirts and such, so it was OK.

Once the outfit drama was done with and I thought we were close to getting out the door, Leona comes to me with a hairband and brush. She is at the age where she has been doing her own hair for a while, but not today.

Leona: “Mum, can you do my hair in a waterfall braid with chunky bits?”

I look at my watch, and the clock on the kitchen wall, hoping she gets the fact we only have two minutes til we have to leave.

Leona: “It’s OK , I know we don’t have much time but it only takes two minutes. It’s a two minute hairstyle, I saw it on youtube.”

The next few minutes is spent with me telling Leona that the youtubers have practiced a ton to be able to do it that quick, while I also search for my keys, nag Lex to brush his teeth and try to compromise with Leona about her hair. We come to an agreement in the end and after another search for keys, my purse and the thank you cards the Littles wrote for their teachers a week ago, we are finally on our way.

Although today was a day where there was no actual job to go to, I spent the school hours doing housework, sorting washing, going to three different shops for something I desperately needed, filling in important forms to be sent away and remembering a family members birthday so ordering online for them and having two miserable attempts at a homemade chocolate cake with buttons on the top. I was actually exhausted by the time the Littles had to be picked up, sometimes work is less tiring!

As usual, Lex doesn’t really say a word about school…he’s just not that much of a talker where as Leona tells me everything about school right down to the fact she noticed a pen mark on a teachers face and that a boy in her class was breathing heavy.

The Littles agree on a film to watch and settle down with their drinks and sweets I had got from the shop as an end of school treat, when I notice Leona looks rather pale. I ask if she’s OK, she says she’s fine. The big clue is when she doesn’t immediately start shoving her sweets down her throat and curls up on the couch in a ball. Leona is someone who is always upright and running around like a little busy bee so at this point I was starting to assume my judgement was right. I knew for sure when she started to shiver.

The heatwave this week has been mad ain’t it folks? I mean….phew. Roasting. So my daughter shivering in this heat was a bit of a giveaway she wasn’t doing too good. I felt her head and she’s burning up and says she’s now got a headache so I grab her some medicine and set her on the couch so she’s comfortable. Then we had a very in depth discussion about what Leona would have for dinner. I am aware there has been a nasty sick bug going round her school so was wary to give her too much dinner in case she was coming down with that. I thought she might be better off with soup or a sandwich, something light….but Leona being Leona and loving all food apart from breakfast food was insistent she could eat what we were eating.

So since then Leona has actually managed two dinners…..some soup and a bit of the dinner I made for Lex and I. There has been exactly five arguments between the siblings about things ranging from ‘He got in my way of the TV when I’m ill’ to ‘She broke one of my toy cars three years ago’ ……..There has also been plenty of washing up, chasing a bee out of the house, someones dog doing a huge crap on our driveway (seriously, a bear could have done it)…There has been a breakage of a glass that slipped when I was washing up….There has been a Leona who very, very rarely cries crying because she feels poorly and there has been a Lex asking if he can watch a football match before bed to which the answer was a no.

So for now, I am starting off the summer holidays with a watchful eye on a poorly, tearful daughter while seeing if the football obsessed son shows any symptoms. Our plans for tomorrow involving a huge picnic in the park with friends has been put on hold because even if Leonas better, she might need the rest and we don’t want to pass it on.

And I thought I would write a blog all about it. If you have read this far you are probably all asking yourselves why you have just read a rather boring daily account of our lives. But there is a reason.

My children are wonderful. Seriously guys, they are polite, well mannered and just gorgeous, gorgeous people. I do get compliments about their behaviour. I have had some Mum friends tell me that they can feel overwhelmed sometimes when their kids are playing up and I don’t seem like I have that trouble so I just wanted to put it out there that this is a typical day. My Littles are gorgeous, brilliant people. They also fight, stress out, stress me out and get poorly like all kids. I was talking to one Mum a while back whose kid is in the first year of school and she was in despair about how many bugs/illnesses her little one keeps picking up. I told her it gets better as they get older and yet, a few days later here I am watching a poorly, feverish daughter. I stand by it though, the kids become more immune to things as they get older and the routine of school is just natural after a while. I hate that so many parents feel overwhelmed. So much of that is down to how much people judge nowadays and how being on social media we can all see their judging. It’s terrible. I honestly would have had a breakdown if Facebook was huge when I first had Leona, everyone has something to say about the way a person parents and it can be soul destroying. You just have to do your best and ignore everyone else. Do what is best for you and the children.

If your kid has a meltdown in front of me, I won’t judge. If my kid wears a football shirt on a dress up day for school, don’t judge me. If your child is shouting they want chocolate cake when you are trying to give them an apple, I won’t bat an eyelid. If my child is nagging at me that she wants to go to the shop because all her friends are going and I’m saying no because she’s ten not thirteen, don’t judge me.

We are all living our days and getting along and I think we are doing OK. So let’s just give a thumbs up and think about the fun we can have tomorrow yes? OK. Good.

On another note, I actually have something fun coming up on the blog very soon. Well, I mean…I think it’s fun. You lot might think it’s bloody awful. Stay tuned and remember your after sun this week!!!



Your Choice.


How fast is this year going? The other day, I said something to my friend about an event that happened in January, and I was all “Yes, January….about a month or two ago.” Before I remembered that it was actually six months ago. SIX!! We are halfway through the year already. Woah!!

The people closest to me will know that this year didn’t have the best of starts, but I am pleased to say I am getting back on track and making new memories. I am having fun trying to get back to the old me. Sometimes you have to go right to rock bottom to come back up again, and when you are going on that journey it can be a blast after being so far down you might as well be a worm.

I try not to talk about personal things on social media, but I do just want to say the biggest thank you to my brother. When we were younger, we clashed like all siblings do. And through the teenage years he went away to university and I was a moody ‘going through a terrible rock punk with awful hair and make-up’ high school kid, so we weren’t the best of friends.

But something happened when I fell pregnant with my daughter. Maybe I grew up, maybe he did….maybe we both did. In a period that was worrying and scary, he supported me and made me look forward to the future. He gifted me with Leonas moses basket, the first bed she would ever sleep in and a huge bundle of other stuff. He was my first visitor in the hospital right after I had her, his was the first card I received when I had both Leona and Alex. He has been the best Uncle a kid could ask for to my two Littles as they have grown up and always wanted the best for us. I appreciate everything he has done. And this year, he surprised me again. Just as I was getting over what has to be one of the worst months of my life, he sent me a message saying he had booked me and the kids a four day weekend away for June and that he didn’t want any money or thanks, he just wanted us to enjoy it.

I would definitely like to think we enjoyed it. I rarely have the opportunity to do anything like this with the Littles so I appreciated it more than anyone knew. We have been counting down the days til we could go. Spending time away with the two people who light up your life is all you need to fully pick yourself up, dust yourself off and walk on.

We made the most of every minute and I have came home way more exhausted than anyone should do from a holiday but it was worth it!! Even when we decided ….(OK, when I decided….) to walk to the next town up because it only takes a short while on the train but actually takes one hundred and sixty seven days by foot and we were so tired by the time we got to said town that we just hotfooted it on the train back to the town we were staying in straight away!! Every minute was great and worthwhile.

The most important thing of course is that the Littles enjoyed it. These are the moments they will remember as they get older. I hope they look back and say ….”Do you remember that time our Mother made us walk all that way to get to a tiny town with nothing in?”

My children are everything. I know it’s annoying when parents say that but it’s true. They are the future, their children are the future. In fifty years it will be a different world we live in and I only want the best for them.

In case you have been living under a rock, let me fill you in. We have this huge Vote thing coming up on Thursday. Something about an EU referendum on Thursday 23rd June 2016. As in tomorrow. Woah again!!

I would say with confidence that this is of course one of the biggest choices we will ever have to make. What we choose, what happens on Thursday will change our futures one way or the other. You will all have your own thoughts on this and I am not going to patronise anyone by saying you should vote. Of course you should vote. You will already know that. You need to have a say in what happens to our country, we all need to have a say.

BUT…..and this is a big but…. I do not take kindly on being pressured which way to vote. After looking up every bit of information I possibly can and how will it affect our future and more importantly my childrens future, I …ON MY OWN….have decided.

This is my choice to make. It is your choice to make. I would never dream of telling anyone how to vote. The only thing I am interested in is that you actually vote, not what you choose. I am sick to death of all my social media timelines telling me how I should vote. Now it is getting closer, people are actually tagging me in posts saying “Vote Remain.” or “Vote Leave.” with reasons why. I didn’t ask to be tagged in any of these posts and they have been removed. I have also seen my friends being tagged in posts that are nothing to do with them. I understand we are in a tense moment right now with such a big vote happening but you honestly are a loon if you think piling people with information and posts is going to influence them in any way. What makes you think that I haven’t done my own research and made up my own mind? Now I have decided, I feel very passionate about my choice….and I do not care to be pressured by anyone. It pisses me off. My close friends and family have asked what I think, and I have told them what way I will be voting, but I never go into why or ask what they are doing. It is not my business. It is not my duty to tell them to choose what I am choosing because it is so huge and so life changing that you have to make up your own mind. I know this a huge rant but it makes me mad! I really try to stay away from ranting on this old internet thing, we have enough doom and gloom in our lives, but come on people!! It is just not OK to ram your opinion down other peoples throats. Not with something like this. However the vote turns out, there is going to be a massive amount of people upset that it didn’t go their way. It is a sensitive and personal decision.

This whole issue is so deep that I am going to leave it at that, but I will just say….don’t pressure other people, it makes you a dick. And do, of course…..VOTE.

On a related note, which I should have mentioned above…. I have voted in everything ever since I became the required age to vote. I literally had an old lady stop me in the street the other day saying “If you are old enough to vote, do it.” While I appreciate her concern, I am thirty this year and I don’t need her telling me to vote. I will. Anyone with a brain will. And I am sure most of the younger population will. Don’t just write them off. Most of them do actually give a damn.

Now I’m off to eat some leftover seaside rock.

A Little Bit Of Sunshine


What a summer we just had. It was glorious right? Right. I bloody love it when the sun comes out. And the fact we had these gorgeous days in May has made 2016 seem a little brighter. Hopefully we have loads more to come, but the rumour is already going around that those few days were our summer. But I am definitely an optimist so …….

Anyway…it is days like that which make you question everything. On one of the roasting hot afternoons, I was sitting at a hospital for hours with a family member who battles a chronic illness. And it’s scary. It makes you think about how grateful you are for everything. Sitting on this ward, looking at the posters and support groups and the struggles that people go through make going out to the beach for a few hours, drinking in the sun and listening to the calmness of the waves, it makes it all seem so much more special. Nobody should take for granted feeling the sand (Or suffolk stones) between your toes. At the hospital, there was this young woman….maybe around the same age as me….obviously battling the same illness as my family member. She was in a motorised wheelchair and she was in herself, an absolute ray of sunshine. Happy, friendly….she just radiated good will and loveliness. We could all take inspiration from her.

Last weekend, I was able to take the Littles to the beach. Not the one we usually go to, but another one. Watching them be so carefree and running in and out of the water and splashing around was so special. I love that they are at an age where they don’t have much to worry about. All they needed to be happy that day was drink, multiple applications of sun lotion, the ocean and sand to dig their way to another place. (No, seriously…they tried it. Boy Little was certain he was making progress to Australia…..)


The thing is, you have to admit defeat sometimes. And I have resigned myself to the fact that my kids are growing up in a different world to what I was brought up in. I saw an interesting post the other day….and actually, it was true. It said that the only reason your nanna and grandad are still together after all this time is because social media wasn’t around to drive a wedge between them. And OK, so they grew up in a time where love and respect was honoured more than it is in these days….but also…’s true. They would probably fall asleep in each others arms after reading a chapter of a book. We are falling asleep with our phones in our hands after being up hours after we said we would talking to people we wouldn’t usually be able to. The internet is a whole other world and my Littles are growing up in the era where it would be unusual if they didn’t have access to it when they reach a certain age. So watching them splashing around squealing in the waves, not knowing the pressures of being liked on social media, and trolling and cyber bullying and trying to make an Instagram post look good…… I cherished it. Because they are the generation where all that superficial online stuff will be important to them. Which, on a related subject…..I am SO SO SO thankful that the Littles school are teaching them about internet safety as they grow up. The internet is going to be an every day thing for them when they are older just like going to the shops or working for a living. So I love that they are being taught about it. The internet was barely a thing when I was at school and I know a remarkable amount of people who met strangers online or got themselves in trouble by saying a stupid thing because they weren’t taught the ins and outs.

Moving on to other stuff now. The theatre world. Yes. Let’s do that. One of my favourite things to bore people with!!

First of all, Michael Watsons new headshots….. If you haven’t seen them, you should. They are bloody stunning. I mean….I know that isn’t even a topic to talk about in a blog, but it had to be mentioned. The sooner I see that face back on a stage, or a TV or whatever…the better. He is such an incredible talent and it helps that his face looks like that. One of his headshots looks particularly mean and moody…..and I never realised how bad I wanted Michael to play a villain. Sexy. Fit. Hot. All the Phwoarrs.

Feel free to comment on the blog about what you would like to see the Mickey Blue do next.

Also…. Sandy Moffat. Just because. Here you go.


It’s so not a blog if I don’t mention Michael and Sandy.

I hope you all managed to catch our Tommy G on Britains Got Talent a few weeks ago with his wonderful group Vox Fortis. I was literally so excited I had a popcorn party. And I hate popcorn. It is great to see him doing so well. I couldn’t be happier for him.

Obviously there has been a load of scandal surrounding Sheridan Smith and the show Funny Girl. I have my own thoughts on it all and it doesn’t make you a popular person to really state those views. But the way I see is understudies are fantastic. I mean…understudies are as good as the mains, because otherwise they wouldn’t get cast as an understudy in the first place. They have to be ready to go on and do the exact same job as a main, sometimes even rehearsing for multiple roles in times of need. So yes, they are as fantastic BUT ….and this is a big but…..shows make their money most of the time by promoting a name. Media speculation and the way a show is publicised will come into it, and the fact is….Funny Girl heavily advertised Sheridan Smith. She is a big name. And Funny Girl is a fantastic show. So understandably, tickets were snapped up in the hope of seeing Sheridan. The thing is, the theatre crowd and theatre die-hards go and see theatre as much as they can. But if you are not part of the theatre go-ers, and you plan a one off trip to see one of your favourite people in a show… is natural you would be disappointed that they aren’t on stage. And I think anyone that says otherwise is lying. Of course they are still going to enjoy the show…but they might not know that at the time. It’s just a part of life. If I decided to book tickets for America to see Hugh Jackman in a Broadway show, I would do it knowing that due to him being ill, or something going wrong, or even him just booking an unscheduled holiday…he might not be on. I would go with that knowledge. However….would I be hugely disappointed about not seeing him? Of course. The understudy could be and probably would be Oscar worthy….and I would no doubt rave about them and become a huge fan….but I would still be disappointed. Not disappointed because he was ill, nobody can help that. Disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see him. I think the theatre crowd see it as a taboo to be disappointed and I think that’s wrong. People aren’t saying that the understudies are rubbish, the complete opposite is true, but it’s OK to specifically want to see a person.

The third time I went to see Sandy Moffats Frankie Valli at Jersey Boys, he was ill. We ended up seeing Matt Thorpes first ever Frankie. It was brilliant and I became a fan for life. But I was gutted to miss Sandy. It was the first time since I had been a fan he was off (He’s hardcore…..) I had clocked up 14/15 shows in a row without missing him (at ROA I mean). I love seeing him on stage. It is the way theatre happens, I think it’s totally acceptable to be disappointed your favourites aren’t on stage because they are ill or off for whatever reason. I also think it is perfectly acceptable for an actor/actress who works their bloody arse off to be unwell. Or have to miss a show for whatever reason. The difference between being disappointed but still enjoying the show regardless and being a troll spouting vile stuff to the person and cancelling tickets because of it is huge.

And of course, the Sheridan Smith matter is not just as simple as an actor being unable to perform because they are ill or on holiday. Sadly, it has been reported that her Father has cancer and she missed a few shows a while back because of it. I mean, you would have to be a wanker to not have any sympathy or understanding over a matter such as that. BUT…..I think people were riled up because of the events of this week. Sheridan isn’t a stranger to going off on a big twitter rant which never helps matters when your profile is so high. Also, she was photographed partying the night away at the BAFTAS, then not turning up for work the next day. It all depends on whether you believe the media doesn’t it? I think they are on a witch hunt at the moment. They pick a person to raise high and then push back down. It’s not nice to witness. Sheridan is obviously a huge talent and I hope she gets the help she needs. Some would say she has handled this week and the way she is online unprofessionally.  We all deal with things differently. I know some people that have went into work the next day having just lost a parent or been diagnosed with cancer themselves. I also know people that have taken two months off work. In any case…. whatever is going on with Sheridan ….the media are on a witch hunt and it isn’t fair.

Perhaps the shows publicity team are to blame in many ways? Maybe in future…. a show should advertise the SHOW. How wonderful it is, how it’s a great night out. How it’s unmissable…..rather than focusing so much on a big name. Because then people will be delighted to see the talents of the understudies. There are so many sides to this story and I think the thing I am trying to sum up is….. I don’t think it’s fair to shout at someone because they were disappointed not to see their favourite person. Unless that person who was disappointed is trolling and being awful to the actor of course. Then shout away. There is a difference between being disappointed to being angry and a downright turd of a person. Nobody can help being ill. Nobody can help the way they deal with situations in regards to their personal life. And nobody can help being disappointed spending a huge amount of money to see a person to find that they are not there. And it’s a good point to remember that so many people would have booked up to see a show because they are Sheridan fans, not because they are theatre fans. Us theatre fans can see show after show and be delighted with whoever is on. A non theatre goer wouldn’t understand that the understudy will be just as brilliant. I think in general with this situation, we all need to show a little more understanding to everyone. To Sheridan, to the fantastic understudies all over theatre land especially Natasha Barnes who has been winning rave reviews….and to the fans who can’t help but feel disappointed they won’t get to see who they booked up for. Compassion and understanding. Stop trying to out do each other on social media. If somebody expressed disappointment, there is no need to bring focus to them so they get trolled on twitter or facebook. Unless of course…they are rude and hateful, in which case ….they deserve it. There is no need to hate on Sheridan because she is unable to perform right now. Just have a little less hate and a little more empathy for everyone and then we can all get along.


Back to completely unrelated things now. Boy Little got Star Of The Week at school. Congratulations Lex. Love you millions.


Also, I have had the opportunity to go out a few more times in the last couple of weeks. And I can confirm, I am the worst drinker in the world. I can just have one and spend the next day with a hangover. I’m not great at the whole alcohol thing at all.


I have a hen night tonight. Wish me luck!!

Also….Tinder. Yes,yes. I know. But what is the deal with it? My matches always , ALWAYS….go one of two ways. The first way goes.

“Hi, How are you?”

“Good thanks, you?”

“Good yeah. Want to see a dick pic?”

Which obviously leads to a snappy block. Because no. We just said hi, and I’m not a prude but dick pics are ridiculous and your profile said you were an adult, not some hormonal teenager. And the second way goes a little like this…..

“Hi, how are you?”

“Good thanks, you?”

“Good yeah. Just at work. You?”

“Yeah, same.”

“What do you do for work?”

“Blah blah, you?”

“Blah blah such and such. Any plans tonight?”

“Not much, you?”


Next day….. same conversation all over again, never actually getting anywhere. And I know, I come across totally boring in that. But when I’ve tried to spark up a conversation, they actually don’t reply. I scare them off with my shite personality. So most of the time…I play it safe. And that is what I’m left with.

Anyway, I have to go shopping for a new table cloth, because I’m a rockstar and all that. Peace and love. Always wanted to sign my blog off like that. I can sleep easy knowing I now have. Granted, it didn’t add much to my life. But still.





So Monday was a pretty big day in this household. It was the day my first little turned 10. Double digits. Scary right?

And yes, it got me to thinking. Of course it got me thinking. It always comes back to the ‘being a young Mum’ thing. Ever since I had Little #1 – I have tried to fight the stigma. I have poured my heart and soul into not being seen as a typical young Mum, and I think as the years have gone by….I think, I hope, I pray that the fight has went in my favour. I might not have won it as an outright victory just yet, but I am in the lead.

As soon as I became pregnant, I knew I would deal with the hostility from certain people. The eye rolls if you take your kid(s) out for the day, the stares as you stand in a queue in the local shop, the frowns when you announce you have children. Granted, it doesn’t help that I am nearly thirty and get told all the time that I can barely pass for 18. But still, there are a lot of negative feelings towards young parents as a whole.

And even though I am on the receiving end of the nastiness…..I can see it. I can. I don’t want to see it, but there are some young Mums out there giving us a bad name. It’s a fact. And a shame. Because those of us who try to get away from it, we can’t. We get thrown into the same category as each other. I’m not even a young Mum anymore. How scary is that?! Just a regular Mum. Oooooo.

You know when you watch those Teen Mom shows and they always finish by saying how they regret having children and how they wish they had waited because there would have been more time for partying and living life?? Well how about those of us who never wanted to party? Or perhaps, in my case….got the partying out of their system at rather a young age. What about those of us who didn’t feel like we were missing out but rather….gaining something they never knew would mean so much.

It has been 10 years with Leona. Ten whole years. And what have I found in those years?

Where do I start? I’ve learnt that having a baby is not guaranteed. I had to learn the hard way as I watched my blue, lifeless baby on a table with doctors trying to revive her after she was born. I’ve also learnt that if you believe enough, if you screw your eyes shut with tears streaming down your face willing her to wake up, to breathe….it can happen. (Or you know, the wonderful, beautiful man that saved her life. Thank you forever a million times over.) I have found out that bringing up a  baby is way more magical than some would have you believe. I watched as that baby I loved and nurtured grew into the best big sister a little boy could ever ask for. I smiled from the sidelines as she started school, made friends, joined clubs. The sleepless nights have been there, but the good times get you through.

And I know that this little girl….this little TEN year old girl is the most wonderful ten year old you could meet. She had her birthday party on Sunday, and our wonderful party host, Danielle, told me the lovely story of how my daughter stood out. How she remembered her at another party a few months ago because she was so well mannered and happy. I mean, if that doesn’t make a parent proud, then what will?! I look at her and her little brother, and honestly don’t know how I got so lucky.

Completely unrelated now……There has been a lot of talk in the theatre world lately. My opinion on it all is this:

*People get sick. Cast people are human people. So whether you are Dame Judi Dench or Libby from ensemble in a small off West End play… are allowed to take time off due to sickness or any reason you see fit. If you book a ticket to see a certain person and they aren’t on that day, feel disappointed inside while understanding it can’t be helped and go and see the talented person that will be covering for them and enjoying the show just as you would have. There is no need to publicly bad mouth people on a social media platform.

*People are becoming ruder in theatre audiences as the years pass by and that has to stop. Seriously. Most of us go to watch, not to disrupt. Plus, I’m quite hot headed about stuff like that and I really don’t want to have to kick you in the shin because you are giggling loudly with your drunk mate. Because then I will get in trouble when it’s all your fault. So please, do it for me. Or you know, the talented people up on that stage working their arses off to perform you a show.


*And stage door….. ah. So many things to say. No, the cast are not paid to talk to you at the end of a show, they do it out of the kindness of their hearts. We all come out of work tired and hungry, wanting to get home. If someone isn’t up for talking that day, get the hint, don’t just assume they are rude and suck it up. I have now been lucky enough to meet a few casts at a stage door (believe it or not, I’ve seen more shows than Jersey Boys or ROA ;-)) and I have only ever come across one rude person. And I will make no excuses for him like maybe he was tired or having an off day, he was a twat. Plain and simple. However, I won’t be naming names. It’s unfair. I absolutely loved his performance during the show and that is all that matters. I am all for people going to thank or see the cast at the end of a show, but please try to be respectful. Again, and I can’t stress this enough….Cast people are human people. They need to get home, eat, sleep, spend time with their families and all that stuff.


If you want to hear all this and more explained in a much more articulate way, check out Rachels blog. She covers those points and more in a better way than I could. It’s an interesting read.

Anyway, I think I am mostly done for tonight. I was going to launch into a tale about how when I picked Leonas cake up, I dropped it upside down. But really, it’s self explanatory and it was tasty. So it all ended well. And yes, I am aware this post has been very Leona orientated…..but that’s because she turned double digits which is just huge. Lex is the same as always…..a stinking little charmer. Seriously, all he has to do is smile at someone and they melt. He’s so funny. He goes from saying stuff like ….”Mummy, you are definitely the best Mum the world has ever seen, you deserve all the nice things and a twinkle star. Maybe one day I will get you a twinkle star. From the sky. Or I could draw you one. Same thing.” To playing boisterous football like an absolute mad man. He’s an angel. Ooo, on a totally unrelated note, I also got a new yoga top for all that yoga I do. Which is none, currently. How exciting.

I definitely just heard a cup of tea and chocolate biscuits calling my name, so I better go see what they want.



Everyone Loves A Quiz Night….


Especially if it’s hosted by Michael Watson. Sorry….Michael WhatsOnStage.

So usually, you will find me at some beautiful theatre in London town, watching the talented humans of the West End. But it turns out that even if you watch Jersey Boys multiple times ….(never going to admit how many) … will not prepare you for a What’s On Stage quiz at all. Damn it!!

No but seriously, I love the theatre and thought maybe as I’ve seen quite a few different shows now I would know some basics….but it would seem that no, I know nothing. Which might not come as a surprise to most of you but ssssshhhhh.

Anyway, I got extremely lucky in the fact that Rachel allowed me to sit on her team all night, despite me being useless.

I’m going to start at the beginning, as I always do with these things Because where else are you meant to start? I might try the end one day and lead from there.

I will leave out the fact that I stood on some teenage guys foot in the hurry to get on the train to London, there is no need to make this any more embarrassing than what it is. I will also leave out the bit where I tried to get my train ticket out at the barrier but I dropped it and the wind nearly blew it away so I had to do a run/stomp. Oh and while we are at it, I will also leave out the bit where I crossed the road because there was a big black crow/bird type thing shouting at me. Yes, shouting. Birds can be so mean.

So, I went to London and got off at Piccadilly just really from force of habit. I walked past the JB house and kind of had a moment because I realised I wasn’t going there. Then I wondered if I should check out the posters but there were crowds so I just carried on walking. Which is probably for the best because as I realised later…I’m not quite ready yet. I will explain in a bit…………

I was proper bricking it at doing the theatre quiz, not going to lie. I didn’t know people who were going to be there, apart from Justina and she was on another team. I knew Rachel but we hadn’t really spent any time together, and you never know how these things are going to go but she turned out just lovely anyway, I probably shouldn’t have had any worries but I did.

Sitting in a crowded cafe with people I didn’t know was actually my idea of a terrifying nightmare. Not being a part of a ‘group’ or crowd in these situations is hard and if you are the type of person to usually act like it’s all fine and a breeze, it’s mostly painful and awkward inside making you want to curl up in a ball and hibernate.

I met with the girls who were my team-mates outside the Theatre Cafe….which by the way, is gorgeous. I think I’ve said this on my blog before, but if you are stagey and you haven’t yet been to the theatre cafe…….well…you just should. I won’t do anything to you if you don’t. But you still should. Because it’s lovely. Been in there a few times now and it’s always excellent service from friendly staff.

I guess I should move on to the most important fact of the night, and that is the fact that Michael has a beard now. And a tan. But the beard is more important. Obviously, most of you will know this anyway if you follow him, but guys….the beard is something else. Let’s not sugar coat it, Michael is a good looking man. But when you throw in a tan and a beard…..he just multiplied his sexiness by about a million. Insane. I used to be really bad at stage doors, then I got so I could maybe string a sentence together kind of, but the other night seeing Michael….I’m not quite sure how I managed to get any words out. His face is a huge distraction at the minute. Which I blame for making me do so badly in the quiz.

No, I actually didn’t think I would be as absolutely bad as I was. There was a picture round, and I fully expected it to be a page of Jersey Boys actors who we had to name. No, OK….I knew it wouldn’t be all Jersey Boys. I’m just really trying to describe my dream quiz. I might have got points. Anyway, my team-mates knew their stuff on the picture round and from what I remember (which isn’t a lot, I struggle to remember my name sometimes….) I think we got quite a high score that round.

Michael, of course was a charming host. He had me laughing all night. After failing to know anything in the first round and just looking blankly at my team, I think I just resorted to leaning back in my corner for the rest of the night and staring at Michaels back while he said words like ‘whore’ delightfully into the microphone. I mean….obviously that was one of the questions, he wasn’t just saying whore for no reason. At least, I don’t think so. I did have wine swimming around my veins at this point.

I should probably mention that part actually. How awesome is it that the Theatre Cafe got the booze in for the night?? Superstars!! It felt really naughty sitting there drinking rose when it should have been a hot chocolate or something. And usually , I am such a dare devil. One time, I put my foot so close to the yellow line at a tube station. It was insane. Anyway, I can now cross off drinking alcohol in a cafe off the bucket list I haven’t yet written.

The questions were hard. At the end, there was a little general knowledge round, and I excitedly informed everyone that this is where I would come into my own. It turns out I was shit at that too, but you have to try these things don’t you?

So just to sum up, I contributed absolutely no answers or knowledge to this quiz. I didn’t even help come up with a team name. But I personally think every team needs someone to sit there staring blankly at the host all night. Because the word team has the letter A in it. Which has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m saying.

A huge thank you again to the team for their brain skills. And well done to the team that won. Maybe I can be on your team next time? You all seemed far too good at it, you might need somebody to just bring you down a bit…..the offer stands.

This part of the blog is to be read and taken very seriously. I want you all to nod in agreement with your hand resting delicately on your chin as you glance at these words.

There may have been a conversation where I said I would start a petition to get Michael on our TV screens every night. Now to be fair….I never confirmed the details of this petition, therefore, I’m not sure if Michael knows that I have come up with my own idea for a new TV show. I already know it should be commissioned for at least 20 years. I’m not sure of the plots or genre just yet but it contains hardly no nudity** Contains mild nudity*** Contains Some nudity** Contains nudity from the onset and throughout.

No. I’m kidding. I’m actually thinking more of a Poldark type thing featuring Michael. Which incidentally contains nudity. Ahem.

I sincerely hope that Michael goes on to do something amazing. He is so funny and charming that he could turn his hand to anything he wants. All West End people are quiet about what they are moving on to next, but I am sure that whatever Michael does will be just as amazing….if not more so….as his Jersey Boys run as Frankie V.


All in all, it was a gorgeous night spent with good people, a lot of laughs and wine. Oooo, and Michael’s beard. Sorry, but that’s important. Thanks to the Theatre Cafe for the night, thanks to Michael for hosting and thanks to everyone else who made it so fun.


Before I go, I should just clarify the earlier Jersey Boys comment. Not that I have to explain to anyone….I just want to.

No, I haven’t seen the new cast yet, and yes….I did mention in previous posts that I would be supporting them. However, I am not ready to see the show yet. Not for any emotional reason. Not really. I just want to think about the shows I’ve seen with my favourite cast of all time….with Sandy, Michael, Jon, Edd and Gary and just hold on to those memories for a bit longer before I replace it all with anything new. I see that the new cast of Jersey Boys are absolutely blowing the roof off and getting rave reviews and I honestly couldn’t be happier for them. In fact, Rachel was giving me a glowing recount of when she went to see the cast. And I am sure that I will be there singing along to my favourite songs one day…but it will be in my own time and I don’t care one bit if that rubs a few of you up the wrong way.

If all the mains had left Rock Of Ages at the same time rather than the show closing….I would have had the same reaction. I also have to factor in money, my available time and the fact that Michael and Sandy will move on to different things that I will want to see.

Anyway….I need to go make some tea and biscuits. Because as I said above……….hardcore.



***Both pictures taken from Michaels twitter account because I am too lazy to source my own material. ***also, I promise I was at the quiz night, I’m just hiding in the photo….because.***


Chasing The Music….Trying To Get Home


Everybody remembers it the way they need to…….and this is the way I am going to remember the huge Jersey Boys cast change of 2016.
It all started on a chilly Saturday morning. I woke up full of wonder and excitement at what lay ahead for the weekend. Ha! I’m joking guys. I’m not really going to tell it like that. In reality, I woke up late, had travel issues with engineering works and packed right at the last minute for my London weekend stay which resulted me in bringing my whole house. Carrying a huge backpack, a full bag and other stuff is not the brightest idea walking around London and getting through the tube barriers. But what can I say? I like to make things difficult. I always like to think my life is way more organised and glam than that so for the purposes of an interesting story… we will say I had a personal assistant carrying my luggage for me. And he was fit. Like…think Hugh Jackman.

Anyway….. Obviously we had booked to see Sandys last show on the Saturday and Michaels last show for the Sunday. We also threw in a trip to Simon Lipkins fab new show Miss Atomic Bomb on the Saturday night…but I will write a separate blog on that.

I did something I never ever do and went to stage door before the show. As a rule I hate this because I mean….I didn’t want to bother them as they walked in but knowing there would be mad crowds after the shows and I had to give them their leaving cards made things more difficult. I had back up though. My trusty best friend Ali was on hand to babysit me around London…..and I had an added bonus with the lovely Justina who soon came to realise that I really did need looking after because I’m just generally quite bad at life. Thanks girls….I owe ya!!

So after feeling mighty awkward being at the stage door, basically throwing Sandys leaving bits at him out of embarrassment and trying to run off to my hotel before it was time, I was winning cool points all around. We checked into the hotel and legged it back to the Piccadilly theatre for Sandys last show.

That man certainly knows how to work a crowd. I always find it a bit weird as a fan to say that I am proud of them, but that is what I felt as Sandy sang Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. What an epic show to go out on. He knows he did himself proud and I can’t wait to see what else he does next. I definitely did not cry. I think what happened is I went to take a sip of water … (wine) and it spilt down my face….so then it just looked like tears but it wasn’t. He really has built up quite the fan base and with his talent it will only get bigger.

We even got to say goodbye and good luck to him after the show which was a bonus, because on such a massive cast change I think you just have to assume you might not get the chance to say much. He rocked the Jersey Boys stage and I think I speak for all of us when I say that it would be a dream to see him in his sparkly leotard and flash headband singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You while doing a bit of Dirty Dancing. It could happen.

Thanks Sandy…you absolute dreamboat.

I woke up on Sunday in a bit of a daze. I just couldn’t believe that all the seasons would be walking off stage that night and not coming back as a season. It is so strange to get so invested in a show. I have been to loads of other shows that I have loved and been awed at …but they haven’t made a dent like Jersey Boys did. They didn’t make me go back again and again …..(except for Rock Of Ages which I mean…. come on….Rock N Roll and Debauchery and Sandy showing off his legs, what more do you want?)… is obviously a credit to this Jersey Boys cast that people went back to see them more than once. And the people that did see it just the once left outstanding reviews. This cast made an impact.


Again, we braved the stage door before the show. Again, you could tell from out of space just how uncomfortable it was for me. But…. you know. Last day means special rules I suppose so it is what it is. I have to win points for being the most awkward person who was in London that day as I walked over to Joseph Peters who was talking to other fans and said these exact words in a shaky voice … (Yes, I know I’m 29 but….what can ya do?)

“I just wanted to say good luck for the last show. Because you have been good. Obviously.”

Then I ran to the other side of the road wondering why I ever opened my mouth. Ha!! Swallow me up ground. It didn’t. Ooooo… we also had a mini Jersey Reunion with the very lovely and insanely tall Matt Nalton… of Beautiful pedigree but formerly a superb Nick Massi. I think he was pretending that he was there to see the current cast off, but really he just wanted to see his beloved table. What a dude.

Anyway… I managed to give the casts cards out which I was pleased about, then just a short while later we filed in to the theatre. We took our seats, I ruffled around in my bag for the tissues my bestie had kindly provided me with and waited for the show to start.

Thomas Goodridge walked out to the top of the stairs as Barry and the crowd went wild. The crowd went wild right? << I’m sorry. Couldn’t help myself. I knew from that moment and Tommy Gs happy face it was going to be a suitably crazy send off for these guys. The cast is so strong that people like Thomas and Simon Adkins….despite not being seasons are still adored by the crowds. All of the guys just worked together so brilliantly and yes, I know we all go to see the show and should expect nothing from the stage dooring….but I think the cast are also firm favourites because of the patience and love they have shown us over the years. I don’t pretend like I am any of their friends, I go to the theatre….enjoy the show, maybe get a bonus chat afterwards and go home….but I can say that Tommy is not only one of the nicest guys in the West End…but actually one of the nicest guys I have ever met.

Cest Soirees La started up with all the crowd singing along, it was electric. The crowds cheered as Jon, Gary and Matt Hunt walked out from the darkness….and we couldn’t even hear Michaels ‘Silhouettes’ over the sound of the cheering and whooping. Everyone of course always talks about the big songs….and I love them as much as the next JB fan but we all need to take a moment to appreciate the little bitty not quite full songs such as Mood For Love and Opus 17……ahhhh. The way Michael hits those notes actually makes my heart go a bit gooey. I think I even stopped breathing. Crystal clear voice. Magic.

I think the atmosphere of the night kept me going. I very nearly lost it at the boys last ever Cry For Me …… where Edd sounded the best he’s ever been. It is such a sweet moment seeing them all together around the piano….. and it is one of my favourite show moments. The applause after that went on for so long I was certain the show would be held up for about an hour!!

I will miss Michaels singing…. but I will also miss his absolutely hilarious faces he pulls in Go Ape. How can you be an emotional when he’s pulling those faces?! He’s brilliant!! (Shall we talk about when Sandy does the thrusting in Go Ape as well or is that a topic for another day?!)

The three big numbers on Sunday night gave me chillier chills than I had ever had before and seeing them all in their red jackets made my face go in the shape of that heart eyed emoji. All of it was just magical. Seeing Jon and Gary doing some killer moves with their guitars, Edd bopping away at his keyboard and Michael reaching the high notes with no effort at all. Aaahhhh.

I could sit here and list every song but ….what is the point. Those who were there knew it was wonderful, those who weren’t there can probably tell that it was amazing….and I would be here all night writing this and I am still too tired from travelling back from London! I have never been so tired from a weekend away before but I put that down to being the poorliest I have ever been for a whole month. (Also a story for another day…let’s just say the words Flu, Chest infection, near pneumonia and some wildly strong antibiotics.)

The second act was class all the way. Everyone in the Piccadilly stood up after Can’t Take My Eyes Off You and I am pretty sure I did my voice some damage from screaming so much.

Seeing the seasons do their speeches for the last time was very choking. But….the fact that everyone was standing up for ages at the end, cheering them on definitely got rid of the sadness.


That show on Sunday the 13th of March 2016 will go down in history as one of the best performances the west end has ever seen. Magic. Magic. Magic.

I’m sure I don’t even need to say what stage door was like. Bloody crazy. I have never seen a crowd so big and it would have been intimidating for anyone to walk out on. I just had a present for Michael to pass on….and Ali had to go home for her train so she had left alternate babysitter Justina <<see what I did there….. with strict instructions to make sure I handed the present over. So I did the only thing I could do, I found Michaels absolutely lovely Mum and gave it to her. I wimped out!! Ha! I did say a quick goodbye to him which was lovely, he and his family were drinking it all in and it was wonderful.

As I think back over the weekend, I can’t help but feel happy. The sadness has gone and I am looking forward to seeing what the guys go into in future.

A special mention to Jon Boydon who rocked out for six whole years as Tommy De Vito. All of the guys became stars in my eyes.

We all have our favourites in shows and being a fan of Sandy which led me to Jersey Boys opened up a whole new group to break the bank for.

As I said about Tommy G, Michael Watson is also one of the loveliest men I have ever met. He takes it all in his stride and doesn’t let all the adoration go to his head. And I think that is a star quality in itself. We will definitely see him go far and I will be there to watch along the way.


Oh, what a night. Oh What a weekend, and Oh what a bloody talented cast.

Gorgeous send off and I am so glad I was able to witness the crowds shake the Piccadilly.

Good luck to the new seasons taking over on Tuesday, I am especially looking forward to seeing Matt Hunt as Nick Massi and Simon Bailey as Tommy De Vito. I would be shitting it if I was them, but that’s why I’m me and they are professional actors😉


Everyone remembers it how they need to, right? And I will always remember my five seasons Michael, Sandy, Jon, Gary and Edd….along with Thomas, Joseph and Simon Adkins being just a teeny tiny bit amazing. Thanks for the memories boys.


Being A Mum…..


Trying to figure out what being a Mum is all about can give you a headache. It’s not as easy as just saying…. “Being a Mum is hard” or “I love being a Mum” ……Figuring it all out is one of the biggest puzzles in the world.
When I fell pregnant with my first, everyone told me how hard it was going to be. You may have seen a post that went viral a few days ago along the lines of “People told me it would be hard but nobody told me it would be the best thing in the world” .

But for me it was different. Everyone close to me expressed concern. Everyone told me I would never have freedom again. They told me about sleepless nights and having no money. They told me my body would change and maybe I should wait a few years.

But I knew all that. I wasn’t stupid. I knew that being a Mum was going to be a hard old slog. Or at least I thought I knew. But how can you possibly know something that hasn’t happened yet? Because actually, with the arrival of my first born and my second two and a half years later….things weren’t all that hard. I suddenly had a purpose in life. I always say I got it easy. Maybe I would have a different outlook if the babies I had were different, if they were harder. The first year of being a Mum, and I really hate to brag, was easy. It was brilliant. It was love. It was everything I had ever wanted. My baby was ….well, she was a baby. She was perfection. She cried, she laughed, she smiled, she ate, she teethed. She did all the things I thought she would. She gave me sleepless nights but it hardly came as a shock. She made motherhood easy.


And if I thought she was easy… second born, my little man was the most chilled out baby you could ever ask for. He barely cried, he slept, he giggled, he teethed….he was a baby that did baby things. Of course, there was so much more to raising them than the sleepless nights and the stretch marks on my body. My girl could talk at the age of ten months but was a late walker. My boy walked at average age but was quiet and didn’t speak a lot. My girl had a smile that could light up a room from the age of six weeks. My boy had a giggle that sounded like wind chimes and fairies. My girl had a high pitched girly cry. My boy had a serious down in the dumps face if he was unhappy.

We rattled through life nicely. We muddled through. We were a unit. And everything that I expected from parenthood happened. Babies are babies. They will cry, they will poo, they will eat and they will sleep. But they are so much more than just hard work. They are the reason you get up in the morning. They are the reason you spend all day smiling. They are the reason you strive to be the best person you can possibly be.

Everyone said it was going to be hard, but they all said it was going to be hard for the wrong reasons. They all warned me about sleepless nights, but forgot to mention that the minute your child sneezes you sit there watching them in case it’s something more sinister. I didn’t know that instead of wishing I could sleep…I would happily give up forty years of sleep if it meant I didn’t have to watch my little girl go through an asthma attack. Who warned me that I would feel helpless and out of my depth as I watched my boy battle a nasty flu bug that left him weak for seven days? People didn’t tell me about the way your heart thuds with fear when your daughter is old enough to start walking to school by herself with her friends. I never knew that I would feel sick to my stomach as I watched my boy fall down in a game of football hurting his knee. I had no idea I would question myself every single night on whether I’m bringing them up right or if they need more. I never knew I would lose sleep because I will never know if I am giving them enough.

Those are the things that would be handy to know.

I think when you have a baby, It is hard to see beyond a year or so. I am obviously way out the baby years with my littles and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. Seeing the little people they have become, the people they will be….there is no better feeling and I love them with every ounce of my being. As today is Mothers Day….I need to thank them, as I do every year, for actually allowing me to be a Mum, and not just any old Mum….a Mum to the best kids in the world.

Parenting is so full of criticism these days. It’s sad. Everyone is a critic. I hate to say it, but it’s not only strangers and casual Facebook friends that will judge you, it’s also your close friends and family. Not because they are mean and cruel, but because most of them have probably had a kid of their own and did things differently to you. But that my friends, is the beauty of being a parent. It’s awful to think that the minute you become a parent, everything you do is up for scrutiny.

I know many parents are proud to shout about the way they are raising their kids and that is fine, I admire them. I try to keep my life with the littles private. Nobody needs to know if I breast fed or not, if I have a certain type of car seat for them, what age I potty trained them and how, If I let them cry it out as newborns, what dinners I feed them, what time I make them do their homework. Because whatever I say will be judged by someone, and I’m not open to that. I’m a Mum, doing the best I can, who is raising two very happy and polite children. I don’t need anyones opinion on whether I am doing it right or not. The only opinion that matters to me is that of my kids, who hopefully in twenty years or so time will take me for a lovely Mothers Day meal and say…. “You did your best Mum.”

That is all anyone can ask for. As long as you have your childrens love and respect, then you are definitely doing something right. I would urge anyone reading this not to be so hard on other parents. We are all just getting on with it.

Happy Mothers Day everyone!!