Working hard.

I'm pretty much raging today. It all began with a message from someone yesterday morning, singing my husbands praises because he WORKS SO HARD. Yes, I know he does. We used to work together and I'm married to him. I know. He recently won an award in his industry which was a long time coming and he deserved the award and all the recognition for his hard work. I'm proud of him. If he didn't work hard, we wouldn't be able to live in this nice house and have nice things. HE WORKS HARD, OK? 

Glad we've established that.

Anyway, like I said... raging. I got back from the gym last night to a sink full of washing up. Here's something you don't know about me: I cannot start cooking if the sink is full of dirty dishes. I cant do it. I thought perhaps once I got back from the gym, the sink would be empty. Seeings as I was going to cook dinner on my return. I thought wrong. I was annoyed. You could have done the washing up while I was out. I had Lil. When I have Lil, do you think the fucking cleaner comes round and does it all? Or even better, the fairies (we dont have a cleaner by the way)???? It wasn't important. I was going to do it once she was in bed. She is in bed now and you still haven't done it!!!!!

I know it's petty. And that spending time with his daughter is more important than chores. But I manage to do both e v e r y  s i n g l e  d a y. I don't ask you to do the housework, he muttered. YOU FUCKING WHAT? And on it went until I went to bed in an almighty rage and woke up in a rage and am still raging.

I am a Mum who stays at home to look after our child. I am also a Mum who keeps this house clean and (sometimes) tidy, who meal plans and cooks and ploughs through sometimes three loads of washing a day as well as irons things that need ironing. And guess what else... I'm starting up my own business. And, most importantly, I spend time with our daughter. Raising her, teaching her how to write letters and numbers, reading with her. And I still do the fucking washing up when it needs doing. And I get no recognition for my hard work. No awards. My daughter can't say the fucking alphabet because her Nanny taught her (she doesn't have a Nanny) and she didn't write some of her alphabet because Squiglet came round on her tea break to show her how to write e and r and v. That was all me.

Nobody says to me, oh Charlotte you are doing a wonderful job. She is such a credit to you, you're a brilliant Mum. You work so hard (except my Nan, she always says that). I'm not bitter, far from it. I'm just annoyed that apparently, if you don't earn a salary then you aren't hard working. And I think that's unfair. So, people who earn salaries... don't forget us Mums and Dads who stay at home to look after our children. Just because we don't go out to work, does not mean we don't work hard. Far from it, in fact. 

Actually, I'm going to make a bold statement and say we work harder.

Being outwitted.

It's not often that I get outwitted. Sometimes by my sisters, but that's normally when I'm tired and not on the ball (read: always). Lil's Dad never outwits me but sometimes he comes out with some pretty good lines. My Mum is just daft and we tend to take the piss out of her a lot of the time and my Dad gets ruined by us all. So really, I'm pretty sure I get my wit from my Nan. She is quick and can be quite acid tongued at times.

Lil definitely inherited her wit from me. She is quick and rather comical for a 2.5 year old. More so than any other 2.5 year old I've ever met. And I'm not bragging, that's just a straight up fact.

I thought I'd share with you a few of her most recent witticisms just for LOLZ and because I'm going out of my tiny mind with this bastard cold. It's defeated me well and truly (there I go again). And because it's Thanksgiving. I know I'm not American but I'm thankful that my daughter is so bloody funny...

Tim: How do you rate today Lil?
Lil: *sighs* 2 and a half.

T: If you don't want to talk to me, I'll go and do my jobs.
L: Congratulations.

*Lil says something I don't hear*
Me: Pardon Lilian, what did you say?
Lil: I said caaaaaaaaan IIIIIIIIIIII haaaaaaaaaave aaaaaaa driiiiiink pleeeaaase. Understand?

Me: What shall we do today?
Lil: How about nothing. You're boring.

*Dog looks at her*
L: GO AWAY MONTY GET LOST DON'T LOOK AT ME.

L: Can I borrow your phone please Mummy?
Me: Why?
L: Because it's my turn you have to share.

Who said the teenage years start at 13?

Mum flu.

Yo yo yo. I feel like shit, it's been a long time coming. For three weeks I've felt under the weather and then this morning I woke up with mum flu. Full blown waaaaaaaaaaaah I'm dyyyyyyying mum flu. Marvellous. And then I had to get my sorry ass dressed to have blood taken which isn't much fun anyway but when you have mum flu, well...

Luckily, I was child free so I used the day wisely. I moped and sneezed and weeped and generally felt very sorry for myself. Much like how my husband does when he has the sniffles (ok maybe that's unfair, a bit). Still, having mum flu doesn't necessarily mean you can take a few days off to spend in bed does it?

So that's where we are at. I've done zero work this past week, haven't even thought about it. My mind has been on that bastard merry go round I told you about. I haven't bothered to write posts on here (I'm overwhelmed by how much I need to and want to tell you all... NO MUM I'M NOT PREGNANT) or even think about what to get who for Christmas. It's all gone a bit meh round here.

Obviously not meh enough for a selfie or two...


Anyway, a pointless post moaning about having mum flu. Next week... fab jewels, the cutest kids clothes and the simplest cake pop recipe.

BKD. Baking for kids.

I'm going to be completely honest with you (as if I needed to tell you that): I hate baking. Before Lil, I was master baker (snort) and then I had her and I just lost it. All my cakes were shit. My cooking skills became immense but I had turned into a shit baker.

Not much has changed, I'm slightly better than shit these days but I have a way to go before I can enter TGBBO. Lil, on the other hand, would bake every day if I had the patience. But I don't. So I limit it to once a fortnight. I can't bear the mess.

You can hide from it anymore, Christmas is coming!


So when I heard about BKD, I got excited. BKD is run by the gorgeous Mama, Adelle who not only provides all the equipment (including aprons) and ingredients at the baking classes she holds (for kids and their mamas) but she also does all the cleaning up! Talk about SUPERMA!





Classes are for children aged 2 and up and are held in London on Regents Canal. They last around 2 hours and are such a great way to meet new Mums while teaching your little one a new skill.

Christmas baking class? Book here.

If you're yet to bake with your little ones, here are a few good reasons to start...

Helps to improve reading and maths skills
Encourages children to see a task through from beginning to end
Listening to instructions aids concentration
Planning and making choices teaches responsibility
Creates a curious and positive association with food Improves motor skills – both fine and gross
Demonstrates the value of working as a team and taking turns
Builds confidence, self esteem, they feel a sense of accomplishment
Nurtures relationships and promotes bonding
Creative endeavours fuel kids’ imaginations
Organisational and time management skills are learned
Knowledge of food hygiene and cleanliness is vital for wellbeing
Baking gives kids a lifelong skill


Lil and I are signed up to a Christmas class and we can't wait to get messy. Fancy it? Go and check out dates here.

For more info on the beautiful baker and her delights, pop over to BKD. There's a blog too.

BKD is on Twitter and Facebook.

This is not a sponsored post.