On Saturday I went food shopping, it’s not the best day to do the shopping as it is exceptionally busy, but needs must so I braved the mayhem.   When I got home I called the 15yo to help bring it in and straight away my husband said, “I’ll do it.” I insisted our son helped and it was all brought in. I have noticed this happening a lot in our house, why does my husband think the 15yo doesn’t have to help around the house. Every time I ask him to help with something Dad steps in and it’s driving…

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We’ve just had National poetry day, not everyone’s cup of tea but I like a bit of poetry, especially by me It helps me feel creative and gets my brain in gear the mix of words and rhyming lines just suddenly appear I don’t write about agony or poems full of angst and pain I’m more about the tired out mum who’s mojo’s down the drain but that’s the beauty of a poem whatever you choose to write you strike a chord in somebody who will find it a delight so if you have a spare five minutes give a poem…

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A poem dedicated to parents of children who chatter all the time. May you get 5 minutes peace. x Dear child, don’t you know just how much I love you so but all the questions on and on I feel as if my brain has gone No the sun won’t melt you yes Superman can fly but NO! little children can’t so please don’t even try Yes, I’m making lunch now no you won’t grow as big as a tree and I don’t think it’s a good idea to invite a pig to tea I know you are inquisitive and it’s…

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Ooh I’m going out tonight, it’s date night with my man  kids are having a sleep over, staying with their Gran  Me and hubby a night of peace, we’ve planned to dress up fine  Going to a restaurant with lots and lots of wine  I’ve just had a rare long shower, my favourite dress is out Just need to put my make up on and give dear hubs a shout  Feel so relaxed and comfy I lay thinking on my bed Its nice to have some quiet time, no shouts of MUM in my head  But suddenly I recognise, that…

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I think this is a mothers day… When you’re screeching at your kids, ‘cos they’re all running mad, then you see them fast asleep,  and you feel really bad. when you rush out in the morning,  late on the school run. and you bump into that gorgeous slinky, shiny, yummy mum, you’ve got to do the washing, cleaning, cooking  for them all, you’re a teacher, nurse, a playmate,  at their beck and call, It gets really hard,  but you know its what mums do, we hold it all together,  ‘cos we’re the family glue. ©

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