My childhood was good. Yes there was times I thought I was the unluckiest girl in the world (what 15 year old doesn't?) and as a teenager I cursed my parents for letting me choose my own secondary school (my 11 year old self picked an ALL girls school with the strictest Headteacher). Plus my... Continue Reading →
Before I became a mama I thought things were exaggerated by parents. Top of the list was sleep deprivation (I mean come on babies need their sleep and I'm used to it anyway going out late at the weekend. Oh yes I really thought that and how I wish I could go back and slap the head of my naive self.) And shamefully I have to admit before Noah turned two I thought the whole 'Terrible Twos' buzz was also a bit exaggerated by parents (I know I know- you think I would've learnt?) Well....we are just shy of 4 weeks into Noah being two. IT WAS NOT A MYTH.
Often the journey of motherhood can feel like you are trying to stay afloat, whilst desperately juggling all our other demands in life. And sometimes it can be too much. But the thing to remember is, when we feel like this: We. Are. Not. Alone. One of my biggest motherhood inspirations is Giovanna Fletcher and despite being... Continue Reading →
Our story so far, looks somewhat different than those of our close families and friends back home. In almost 6 years of marriage, we are in our 5th year of living abroad. Noah was born in Abu Dhabi. He went to his first nursery in Spain and is now back in the Middle East about to celebrate his second birthday. Living an expat life has been a roller coaster of ups and downs and many emotions. Various peoples reactions when they find out where we live or what our future plans are....is interesting... to say the least.
It's pretty obvious the world we live in today...well it can be pretty rubbish at times. You don't have to turn on the news to hear about all the hurting that is happening. Because it is happening so much closer to home. A loved one , a friend of a friend, yourself...suffering from sickness, heartache, loss, marriage trouble, abuse, idiotic dating, feeling like a failure at this mothering gig (or worse being MADE TO FEEL like a failure). The list goes on. What I'm trying to say is Life. Can. Suck. Man can it suck.