Rooooooaaaaaad trriiiiiiiiip.

Today we are going on a road trip to Bristol, one of my favourite places. It's M's birthday (one of Lil's friends) so we're going to hang out and do whatever it is a bunch of one year olds do when they get together. I'm super excited because just recently I've realised I love the company of babies (toddlers... WAH) other than Lil. It's funny to watch how they all differ and it's great to see Lil learning from them.

So today will be a good day.

Tonight we drive to Cardiff as we're going to spend the day there tomorrow and I'm going to show Lil around the city centre. I've only ever been once and from what I can remember I was tired and then drunk so it'll be good to explore tired and sober.

Let's see what mischief we can get ourselves in to.

Happy Sunday!

Mums who work. Mums who don't.

I'm a stay at home Mum. That 'title' makes me cringe. It screams lazy, spoilt, stuck up and too good to work. That's what I always thought before I had a baby. Oh she's a stay at home Mum is she? Well isn't she lucky. Her husband must pay for everything and she's obviously walking around in the latest designer clothes and lunches all the time with her friends.

Sadly, not true in this case. It would be nice.

I've noticed, just lately, a lot of negative energy towards Mums (and Dads) that don't work. Whether they're taking a career break (in my case) or just aren't going back to work until the child starts school, or even at all, what does it matter? We're all Mums (and Dads) together, right? Shouldn't we be supporting one another?

I have friends who have children who work: part-time and full-time. Some because they have to, some because they want to. And I have a ton of respect for them. I have a ton of respect for all Mums. We do such a hard job and we should all pull together, not bitch like we're back in the playground.

It would appear there seems to be some sort of working Mums club and if you don't work, you're not allowed in. I've found this to be the case in the real world and in the Twitter world. And it isn't just me that thinks it too. Shame on you, Mamas.

So how about we drop the bullshit 'I'm better than you because I work and you're obviously a stuck up rich Mum or just plain lazy' act and give us a break, yeah? We're all Mums (and Dads) together.

Shit just got real.

I've had a tough week. Lil is teething like a mutha fucka again, I'm running on empty and my eyebags are bigger than the Mulberry bag I am currently lusting after.

The scales are telling me I've put on half a stone (don't even go there with the whole cookies thing, okay?), my periods are all over the place (I'm on my 76th this year, alright maybe that's a slight exaggeration), I'm an emotional wreck, Lil won't sit still and I need some fucking time to myself. Do you know what year it was when I last read a whole magazine, cover to cover????? (yes it was last year but do you know what month it was? Before April)

First world problems maybe, but they're my problems.

People are stressing me the fu... I need to stop swearing. People are stressing me out. Family people, Twitter people, Facebook people, people I don't even know. I'm reading 'Buddhism for Mothers' again to find some calm because let's face it, I clearly didn't take it in the first time round.

Maybe I just need to switch off, close down my Twitter and Facebook, ignore those who are raising my blood pressure and just be peaceful. Maybe the reason Lil is reacting so badly to teething this time round is because I'm in a bad place and she's picking up on it.

Well hello Einstein, of course that's fucking why! (argh, SWEARING)

So there we have it, a solution. From Monday, Twitter and Facebook will be switched off and only automatic updates from my blog will be posted. I will shut out those who make me mad and dedicate my week to making things as happy and painless for Lil as I possibly can (you can give a baby whisky, right?).

We'll see how it goes. I think Lil and I both need to find a happy place for the sake of my sanity.

Is it Spring yet?

Is it me or is Winter dragging?

No amount of daffodils are brightening up my life. So I went and bought these crazy things to wear on my legs.

Lil is going to look back and cringe.