The only day I don’t bring a coat to work and I’m locked out my own office!! Just me, my smoothie and my daughter’s pushchair and baby as she insisted she could not spend another day at home alone 🙈
Fun Fridays
Year: 2018
Clever dick, Potty Mouth, 8 year olds.
Alfie has been pushing our parenting buttons of late with his new found enthusiasm for shouting swear words. We have quite an open policy with questions when it comes to the kids and encourage them to have the confidence to ask us anything they want to on all subjects.Alfie takes full advantage of this possibly being the youngest, possibly being…
Broken Mom – Day 3 of Summer Hols
Its day 3 of the summer holidays. Let’s just roll that on our tounges for a moment – day twatting 3 and the turd kids have actually broken me. This has to be a new world record set by any children who rage war against a parent in the summer holidays. It’s day fucking 3!!!! AND to rub salt in…
Baby, I’m waiting…
I love looking at #TBT pictures of family, friends and fellow bloggers, it doesn’t matter how alarmingly horrific they look to the person posting, they make me smile in a way that only Valium and Chinese Takeaway can after weigh in day at #slimmingworld. I started thinking about some of the things me and Mr Moz used to do in…
Hello Parents Evening.
Parents evening is not a straight forward event that I honestly look forward to. Now the Morris Minors are generally well behaved kids and have huge hearts but they also have 50 % of my DNA which also makes them unpredictable, hot headed and stubborn I don’t think I sometimes help the whole situation as I’m not an ‘easy parent.’…
Faux Par Parenting
It was another faux par for me this week, it was eat with your kids at school day, now I send my kids to school not solely for the education but mainly because I need the break and I can’t be held responsible for my actions to the mini terrorist’s if they didn’t attend. I turned up, suitably dressed with…
Who Stole MY Street-Cred?
I have just had a true light bulb moment – except it was more like a thousand flood lights being turned on and realising I was centre stage. I just have to get right to the point as I am still revelling in shock with this one… Who the actual f%*k has stolen my street – cred. I’m going to…