Category Archives: Cleaning

All before 10am!!

Something happens to you when you become a parent and you lose all sense of time. Never (ever ever) sleeping in past 7am gives you a whole new perspective on when days start and end. (For me 6am and 10pm; … Continue reading

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You know you’re a parent…

… when darling daughter toddles round your bedroom on  Sunday morning, opens your chest of drawers and takes out one of your tops for the millionth time, and ends up wiping her snotty nose across it. You really know you’re … Continue reading

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Note to self: must remember to buy food!

You would think that the ripe old age of 30+ (I’ve stopped counting my exact age now – well, in fact, I often forget what actually it really is), having had to more or less stand on my own two … Continue reading

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Mummy nemeses

I’ve developed an irrational hatred of the high chair.  I know it’s a bit OTT, childish and kind of weird, but it’s really become my nemesis.  On the days I look after my daughter, the whole day seems to revolve … Continue reading

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“Poo-st Traumatic” Stress

This morning saw me, nappy-less one-year-old daughter over my arm, trying not to let her bare bottom touch me, frozen to the spot with indecision about I should best deal with the neatly presented poo that had been laid on our upstairs hall floor. Continue reading

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