Countdown to school

George, my eldest, is starting school in September. I am not the first mum to go through this, neither will I be the last, but it is the first time for me and I’m struggling. I know all of the cliche stuff; he will thrive, it’ll be nice to have a bit more time to myself, it’ll be good for all of us, bla bla bla. I don’t want my baby to start school! I don’t want to hand him over to someone else to teach him things that I have no control over. I don’t want him to be influenced in a negative way by other children, or for him to be treated in a way that I wouldn’t agree with. That’s life though, right? It’s the first stage of him starting to grow up and learn about the world through his own experiences.


I am realising how much I need to be in control of what my children are exposed to and how difficult it is to trust someone else to do things the same way I would. I’m making this all about me aren’t I? It shouldn’t be about me, it should be about my precious boy and focusing on what is best for him. George is incredibly academic for a four year old and I know that he needs school and that he will love it. He loves to read and learn and interact with other children his own age. He is sociable and energetic and I have seen him get bored lately and need more structure and stimulation in his days. Whenever we talk about school I am super enthusiastic and excited because that’s how I want him to feel. I don’t want to make school negative in any way because I want him to love it and look forward to it. I just can’t shake this uneasy feeling of what it will be like to have a child at full time school.


Maybe I just can’t handle the fact that I have to be more responsible and mature. I have to get him to school on time, making sure he has everything he needs and that he looks smart. I have been thinking about the changes I need to make in order to be a better mum generally, as well as in relation to busy school days.

  • I want to get up and ready before the children get up. More often than not, it’s the kids coming in to wake me up in the mornings but I want it to be the other way around.
  • I need to be better at preparing a healthy breakfast, rather than just a quick bowl of cereal. It will be important for George to have a good start to the day so that he doesn’t get hungry and that he can concentrate on the things he needs to do. I am not thinking anything extravagant just toast and avacados and eggs, stuff like that.
  • I must not be late. I must not be late. I am late pretty much everywhere I go, which I hate and I’m working on it. I cannot have George being the kid that’s always late for school so I need to step up and manage my time so much better.
  • No TV in the mornings before school. It’s been a bit of a theme during the holidays for the kids to get the ipad if they wake up early in the morning (I’m ashamed to admit that but it’s true). So I am already phasing that out because I definitely don’t want his school days to start with Octonauts.

I know it is an exciting time, I just don’t really like change. It’s about George though, not me, and I know he is going to love school and I am going to be there cheering him all the way.


Thinking about going back to work..?

I have so many wonderful mummy friends since having children. We hang out all the time and support each other so much in our daily ups and downs with our little ones. I must confess, that we hardly ever talk about our lives before kids and I really don’t know much about what people did before. We are all accomplished women and we had careers but that isn’t really the focus of our conversations any more, it’s all about the kids. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy and grateful that I get to be a stay at home mum and I love it. I’ve just been thinking a bit more lately about whether or not I will ever go back to work and what it would be like.


I am a qualified dental hygienist and dental therapist. I guess most people know what a hygienist is but no one seems to know what I mean when I say therapist. It means that I am also qualified to extract children’s teeth and perform various types of fillings in adults and children. I studied for two and a half years and was one of only twelve people (out of over two hundred that applied) to be offered a place on my course at the time. I actually got married ten days after my final exams so it was a pretty intense time all round.


I worked for almost two years once I’d qualified, right up until I had my first baby, and I haven’t worked since. It’s been almost five years now and I feel a bit out of touch with it all. If I had to go back to work tomorrow I think I’d be terrified because I’ve lost my nerve and things have changed a lot in that time. I do wonder about what it would be like to have a job again though. I can’t say that I adore my career which I guess is good in some ways as it wasn’t hard for me to give it up for my kids. However, I do miss that feeling of achievement at the end of the day. After a crazy day of back to back patients, challenging myself to never run late, giving people the best treatment I possibly could, I felt so good. I was exhausted but I’d done it and it was such a satisfying feeling. As a stay at home mum, it’s harder for me to distinguish when my work is ‘done’ because it never really is. I constantly beat myself up about everything I’m doing wrong and all the things I should be doing once the children are in bed. I can’t just pack up and go home and relax like I could when I was working. Even if I went back now I guess it would never be like that again because I’d come home to busy family life!


I feel very lucky to have a husband who is able to provide for us, I know it isn’t like that for everyone. It is an absolute joy to be with my children every day and to teach them and influence them in my own way, as their mother. Financially, it would make so much sense for me to work and give us a double income. It’s not easy by any means but we make it work because we feel like it’s important. If I worked we could do a lot more and potentially even live somewhere bigger, but is that what I want? What is more important to my family? I actually don’t know right now, I really don’t. Our home is lovely, but it’s teeny tiny. We don’t go without, but we have to watch our spending  I would need to find childcare but I guess people do it, don’t they? I don’t want to work and leave my kids but if I had to, then I would. Am I doing what’s best for them by being with them and not working? I feel lucky that I have a career that you can just dip in and out of and there are lots of jobs around. It’s also flexible with hours so I know I could make it work with family life if I tried hard enough. Do I want to though? Do I want to go out and earn money for my family? Of course I do! Do I want to leave my family in the hands of someone else while I do that? Not so sure about that one…



Epic day at the seaside making memories and trying to be a ‘yes mum’

It’s 6.10am. I’ve been awake since 5.30am even though I am utterly exhausted. No covers, open windows and a fan literally blowing in my face all night just isn’t enough to combat the heat. It doesn’t help that my back is sun burnt to oblivion so every time I turn over its pretty much agony. 

Yesterday was the hottest day of the year so far and I did something all the Brits out there will understand as a little bit crazy, I went to Brighton. A few of my mum friends had planned a trip and I had said yes, then no, then yes again. I just knew it would be so hot and difficult with the kids to get there and be out all day. I was battling in my head between taking the easy option of the splash pad by our house or stepping out of my comfort zone and taking the kids on a real adventure. I was thinking about how the children would love the beach and I knew they would have so much fun being with their friends all day. I still think of my kids as being tiny and that they just won’t remember any of this when they’re older. I was talking to my friend about that the other day and we were kind of realising that we have memories from the age that our kids are now. It hit me that I need to make more of an effort to make sure they have some wonderful experiences locked away in their little heads. So, at the last minute, Brighton here we come.

We’d all organised to meet at the designated train station and had planned our route. Six adults and ten kids is a pretty big procession to get on and off trains but we were going to make it work. We all had this ‘I know it’s going to be a tough day but I’m going to enjoy it’ determination and it really spurred me on. 

Let’s just say our train journey to the beach was nothing short of HELLISH. Loads of trains were cancelled so when we finally made it on, it was utterly packed. We split up into different carriages and it was just me and my mummy of three friend together with our double pushchairs. Our oldest boys had managed to get a seat together in a corner next to a less than impressed old lady. They weren’t being bad, they were just super excited and loud which doesn’t go down well on a sweaty train full of grumpy people late for work. The train filled up so much and I got totally wedged into a corner. I couldn’t even see my boy and had to just shout to him every few minutes to check he was ok! At one point, my friend was sitting in one side of her pushchair breast feeding her baby while her other child sat next to her screaming his head off. She’s pretty inspiring. People shocked me at how selfish and thoughtless they can be about piling into the train. I know they all want to get on but literally my friend had to push someone off of her baby’s head at one point. Come one people have some sense and courtesy for the little ones, just because they’re small doesn’t mean you can just squish them.

As I was standing on the train, I thought to myself if I’ve known this would happen would I still have come. I was happy that I actually felt like I would because I was being empowered by just having to suck it up and get on with things. We wouldn’t be on the train forever, although it did feel that way at some points in the journey.

When we finally made it to Brighton I think we all felt shattered already but happy to make the twenty minute walk to the beach. If you’ve ever been to Brighton then you’ll know that it’s a beach of stones and pebbles, not sand. Part of me rejoices in the fact that I won’t be finding sand in every orifice of my kids bodies and part of me wished we had worn waterproof shoes so that the journey to the sea wasn’t so agonising on our feet. You live and learn.

We set up camp and got the kids into their swimmers, as well as sun creaming them to within an inch of their lives. The water was so blue and beautiful, if I squinted my eyes just a little I could imagine I was in Italy or somewhere rather more exotic than where we actually were. We spent the entire day at the beach just playing and eating our picnics and watching each other’s kids, it was really lovely. The children (most of them) loved the water and it was such a joy to see their happy little faces. Sandcastles were out due to the lack of sand but they made their own fun with pebble collecting and wave dodging. I love seeing my children amuse themselves and find things that interest them without me having to always push them to do it. Seeing them happily fill a bucket with stones over and over again is really a joyful thing to watch.

Before we knew it, it was time to head home. After a loooooooong packing up session we were heading back to the station. A twenty minute up hill climb with two kids in a double pushchair as well as every beach supply you can imagine in thirty degree heat is pretty epic. We literally congratulated each other at the top and my body felt like I’d done a full on workout. At least the train journey home wouldn’t be as bad as it had been in the morning. Oh wait, YES IT WOULD.

Trains cancelled and delayed all over the place meant that the station was heaving with people and we had to change our route home entirely. Another long, busy, sweat inducing journey and we finally made it home to our cool showers and iced water.

I had a really lovely day, even through all of the stressful moments. I think you get extra strength to keep it together when you know you have kids that are relying on you. I needed to keep them hydrated and entertained and so that’s what I did, putting aside the sweat pouring down my body and the aches in my legs. 

The children really had a wonderful day.I hope that somewhere they’ll store these moments up and feel that fuzzy feeling when they look back one day and feel like they are on the beach again without a care in world enjoying everything life has to offer them.


Children that won’t go to bed

It’s 10pm and my two little cherubs are still crashing around in their bedroom. Due to lack of space they share a room, which I generally am really happy about. They adore being together and it’s lovely to see how close their relationship is becoming. For the past few months, though, bedtime has been a total and utter nightmare. 

They go bed around 7pm and they are both deffo ready for it. Sophie, my two and a half year old, dropped her day time naps around a year ago which was way too early. She just didn’t want to miss out on whatever her big bro was doing and simply refused to sleep. This means that she is extra ready for bed by 7pm as she is already having less sleep than other kids her age. 

We do our little bed time routine, shut the door and wait for the carnage. They get out of bed almost immediately and start coming out of their bedroom. Here are just a few of my favourite (not) reasons they have given lately for getting up;

  • I’m thirsty
  • I need a poo
  • Sophie pinched me
  • Georgie won’t let me sleep in his bed
  • I hurt my knee climbing out of Sophie’s cot
  • George keeps waking up my bubba (doll)
  • I just need to do the code on your phone

Seriously? I don’t know what to do! Help me! I have tried soooooo many things. Putting them back to bed without speaking, taking away a privilege, bribing them with a treat (don’t judge me), audio books. Nothing works. I get so tried of it because the evenings are so precious after a busy day of being a mummy. I need to get stuff done or just sit in a heap or watch a rubbish tv show. I’m so frazzled by the time they finally fall asleep and there isn’t much of an evening left to do anything. It makes things tense because we are all so tired all the time. Occasionally they go to bed perfectly and I think we’ve cracked it, but they are just lulling me into a false sense of security and are back up to their old tricks the next night. 

They are such good children and I know this won’t last forever. I know it’s just ‘one of those stages’ and that it will pass. I know I’ll look back when they’ve left home and wish they were still keeping me up at night. I know all of this and I know it will be ok but it’s hard to see through it when you’re in it.

I need to be a bit more relaxed about it I think because it doesn’t help when I get worked up. If they are staying in their room but still being noisy then I’m trying to leave them to it and carry on with the evening. I’ve done a lot of reading about it all and I came across some wise words in someone’s blog that really helped me. The mother was saying that she puts her kids to bed and let’s them get on with it. As long as they aren’t hurting each other and they stay on their room then she doesn’t worry about it. “I know they’ll go to sleep eventually, how they get to that point is up to them!”

Any advice would be greatly appreciated. They’ve gone quiet now…but I’ve been stung before so I’m keeping a safe distance for at least another half hour.


No internet + girls holiday

Helloooooooooooooo out there!

BT sent us an email about a month ago saying ‘goodbye and thank you for your custom.’ Er, what the? We phoned them immediately and I won’t bore you with the VERY boring details but it took three weeks and around ten hours of phone calls by my poor husband to get back online. Un.Be.Leivable. I felt really cut off and unable to do so many things that I usually do, like blogging. I used up my phone data allowance so fast because I was having to use it all the time and it was just a real pain. Anyway, it’s not the end of the world and things are back to normal now so here I am.

More interesting news is that I went on a girls holiday and it was amazing. Myself and four friends have been saying for ages about going away somewhere but not really seriously. I decided to look up some flights and found out that a return to Copenhagen was £31!!! So, we found a date that worked and booked to go for two nights, woo hoo. The Dad’s were left in charge of the kiddos and off we went. I was so excited, even for the plane journey as it meant time to sit and read (or nap) which is rare these days.

We booked a lovely air bnb right in the city centre, such a perfect location. It was on the fourth floor (with no lift, sheesh) and so it had stunning views and felt really peaceful. We dumped our luggage and went straight out to explore. None of us had ever been to Copenhagen before and we were keen to see as much as we could in the relatively short time we had. We decided that a boat trip would be a good start so that we could get a feel for where things were and have a good look around. It was really fun and so relaxing to just sit and look at pretty things and take photos. I love being on the water, I find it so calming, so this was the perfect start to the weekend.


We had made a dinner reservation that evening for Host after reading lots of great reviews. It looked cosy and very Danish, which is what we wanted. They have a set menu so we pretty much all went for that, but got way more than we bargained for…They started bringing out dishes that weren’t on the menu saying that they just like to surprise their customers! It was food that I had never eaten before and it was really fun to try new things. Some were yummy (powdered chicken skin), and some not so much (a big mouthful of salt that I thought was powdered chicken skin but was just part of the plate decoration), but all a great experience. Eight courses (yep, eight) and three hours later, we were ready to head ‘home.’


Late night girly chat and giggles led us into the wee hours and then off to bed knowing we could sleep in, woop. I realised how much I love girl time, it makes me feel young.


The next day we spent ages getting ready…


…and then headed to Frederiksborg Castle and it was so pretty. We had a guided tour, which I’m not usually into but I’m so glad we did. It was so interesting and I loved looking at all of the beautiful art work and architecture.



In the evening we visited Tivoli Gardens which, for me, was the highlight of the trip. It is a really old amusement park and is said to be where Walt Disney got some of his inspiration for the Disney theme parks. It was SO MUCH FUN. It rained a lot but we didn’t let that stop us. We went on roller coasters and bumper cars and just wet ourselves laughing half the night. There was also a big music concert happening in the grounds so we were dancing and laughing until the early hours.


We had to check out by 11am the next morning so had planned to go out early but that didn’t quite happen for all of us after such a late night. One of the girls got up super early and went exploring by herself. Two of the girls woke up at the same time and literally got out of bed and left the house to walk around for an hour before check out. Me and my roomie were the last to leave and we headed to a breakfast cafe called Atelier September that we had read about, even though we didn’t really have enough time…We had some amazing avacado toast and eggs with this delicious Danish cheese, so yum. We rushed back to pack and vacate our pad and then did some shopping, last minute sight seeing (we went in the church that had the original Christus which was pretty special) and then lunch before heading to the airport.


I had such a lovely time with these girls, it was medicine for my soul. I missed my family and was excited to see them. I felt really refreshed, it was just the break we all needed I think. Copenhagen was magical and I would highly recommend it to anyone looking for a beautiful city holiday.

Girls trips rule.



Famous people I’ve seen

One of my most FAVOURITE things to do is look out for celebrities. Maybe that makes me a bit of a loser? I am lucky that living in London I get to see quite a few famous faces and this makes me HAPPY!

There are famous people and there are famous people though, right? I have compiled the following list and I’m a bit of a geek so some of the least famous are basically not famous to anyone but me.

DAVID BECKHAM – Yep, that’s right. I actually saw David Beckham, and not just saw him, interacted with him.  I was driving around North London and was hopelessly lost. I turned a corner in a slight fit of frustration (which means way too fast) and almost crashed head on into a black four by four. I was even more annoyed at the prospect of having to reverse back onto the street to let the guy pass. So you can imagine my surprise when the driver beckoned me forward and reversed all the way back to let me pass! How nice, I thought, and rare that someone would be so kind. As I got closer and was waving to thank the nice man it quickly dawned on me that it was David Beckham! I literally lost it and waved and smiled until my arm nearly fell off. It was pretty obvious that I recognised him and he was very gracious and smiley back at me, I guess he’s used to it. The only other person in the car was three year old George and he just didn’t quite appreciate my excitement.

COLIN FIRTH – Ahhhhh, Mr Darcy himself. Turns out he lives right around the corner from me and I happened to be walking past his house one day as he was pulling up in his car. I did a huge double take and slowed right down so that I could confirm it was him (and be a stalker and see which house he went into). I literally reverted back to my 14 year old self that had a poster of him on my bedroom wall. I was staring at him so hard that I wasn’t looking where I was going and I tripped and broke my flip flop. Right there in front of Mr Darcy I tripped and looked like a complete goober. I’ve seen him a few times since then but I totally play it cool now. Not.

LIAM NEESON – I saw him in Hyde Park and did my usual jaw drop stare. He wasn’t like the others though, he stared right back! He’s hardcore.

SIR IAN McKELLEN – I was in a box at the proms last year next to Gandalf himself. I couldn’t pluck up the courage to speak to him and just stared at him the entire night…he was way too cool / scary / intelligent for me.

SIR MICHAEL GAMBON – I know, another old man, but he is Dumbldore so it’s ok. He must live near me because I’ve seen him a few times at cafes and in the park.

SOPHIE ELLIS-BEXTOR – I have seen her soooo many times, she lives really near me. One of her kids is ginger and I want to be like ‘hey, I have ginger kids too. We should be friends.’

ELIZABETH McGOVERN – She plays Cora in Downton Abbey and I absolutely love her. I walked past her on my local high street and I just literally couldn’t believe my eyes. She is super tall and thin and she just elegantly floated past me with a fixed smile on her face. I want to be like her when I grow up.

PENELOPE WILTON – She plays Isobel Crawley in Downton Abbey (sorry if you haven’t seen Downton, but where have you been?!) When I went to look around primary schools for my son a few months ago, she was there with her daughter looking around for her grandchild. I spent, like, an hour with her and pretty much didn’t take in any information about the school. My four year old decided to do a moonie which he has never done before or since, so that was nice.

JARVIS COCKER – The ex Pulp singer walked across the road right in front of us as we were driving around North London. I was a big fan of his in the nineties and he literally looked exactly the same as he always has.

There are loads more but lots of them are a bit z list!

Richard Osman, Cherry Healey (I went to drama school with her and now she lives right by me), John Humphreys, Alistair McGowen, Moira Stuart, Nathanial Parker, Shirley Williams, Ruby Wax, Jeremy Vine, Charles Dance, Des O’Conner, George Cole, Holly Willoughby.

My next goal is royalty…..



Why is it so hard to eat healthily?

I want to be healthy, but I love junk food. I want to be healthy, but I love junk food.

This phrase just goes round in my head all the time. I want to be healthy and look after my body, I know what’s good for me, so why can’t I just do it? Why do I say to myself that I’ll start tomorrow and just tuck in to another take away? I eat like a teenager and it has to stop. I don’t want my kids growing up with an unhealthy mum, I want them to form good eating habits. I always make sure they eat healthily but I just don’t give the same attention to myself.

I am notorious for trying out new fad diets and only sticking to them for a short period of time. I recently wrote a blog post about the 5:2 diet where you fast for two days out of seven and eat normally the rest of the time. It was actually going really well and I felt great. I was losing weight and feeling a real sense of achievement after every fast day. Then, Easter weekend came and I thought I would have little break to enjoy some chocolate treats for a few days. Well, that was it, I never went back to the 5:2. I feel like a total failure, why couldn’t I just stick to something?

I’ve been thinking seriously about my relationship with food and have realised it’s pretty messed up. I eat when I’m bored, when I’m sad, when I’m happy, even when I’m not hungry. One of the biggest things I’ve noticed is that I eat as a reward to myself, I justify it. If I’ve had a hard day with the children, for example, I feel like I deserve to eat a whole tub of Ben and Jerrys. Yep, an entire tub. But it was a difficult day so that makes it ok, right? Ugh, it’s just a vicious circle because I feel like rubbish after I’ve eaten the bad food so it’s not like I even feel happy about it. Then feeling rubbish just makes me want to drown my sorrows in some Nutella, what the heck?! Serious problems.


A friend of mine and her husband have totally changed their diet and it’s really inspired me. They have started juicing every morning and eating salads and healthy stuff the rest of the day. Sugar has become a rare treat rather than a daily staple and they’re perfectly happy with that because they feel so good. My friend said to me that her tastes have changed and she wants to eat healthy stuff because junk food makes her feel ill. I want junk food to make me feel ill! I’ve realised that I haven’t felt well for ages and I know it has so much to do with my diet. I don’t drink enough water either and my body has just been feeling twenty years older than it actually is. I am so lethargic and my joints creak, I’m only thirty four and I know I’m not meant to feel like this.


I’ve just got a juicer and I’ve been juicing this week, just for breakfast. Then I’ve been eating healthily for the rest of the day. I haven’t had sugar since Monday, which is probably the longest I’ve ever been without it. It’s a mini victory for me and it feels great. I’ve honestly noticed a difference in how I feel just in this short time, it’s brilliant. I’m not saying I’ll never eat junk food again, I know I will, but I just want it to be balanced with the good stuff in a way that it hasn’t been for so long. We are having a take away with friends on Saturday and I’m really looking forward to it, partly because I feel like it’s ok as I’ve been good all week. Often, I get to the weekend and nothing is a treat because I’ve been living it up all week with take aways and ice cream.

I am the worlds worst at being consistent and sticking to anything so if I’m brutally honest, I don’t know how long this will last. But I have a real desire and drive this time that feels different to other times. I think about my children and that I want to be the best I can be for them and that helps a lot.

Do you find it hard to eat healthily? Have you found a particular diet or lifestyle that works for you?