Secrets of a Reception Veteran.

I’v done the time.. Darcie and I began ‘big school’ last year. We were rookie novices back then; eyes wide, shoes polished (her) make up always on (me) all ready and uncreased for every drop-off. Well my friends, times have changed, let me tell you. We are now old hands, reception veterans, if you will. […]

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Is it ever really possible to feel like your ‘old self’ again?

I used to be obsessed with my old self. By Old self, I am of course talking about my pre-baby days. My twenties. Those care free days when weekends were one long party, social after social. My legs were cellulite free, my stomach wasn’t bearing the scar of 2 caesareans and I could squint in […]

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The guilty (professional) Muma

As many of you already know: I am a stay at home Mum. I think that phrase is a bit naff, but it does what it says on the tin (although I am allowed out occasionally…). I used to have a career outside of our home. But now we have 2 little girls, my career […]

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Confessions of a dyslexic Muma.

Trying to teach your 5 year old to read, write and spell when you are still mastering the art is quite a tall order. I am 32, a Muma, and I am dyslexic. Very Dyslexic. I had subconsciously buried this teeny tiny fact once I had finished the gravy train of education. I sat my […]

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