Miss Cherry Red

Well not voices as such.  Just the one voice.  A womans voice.  A pissy, bitchy woman whispering crap about J.  Places doubt in my head. For the purpose of the post that’ll come later I’ll call her Miss Thing. Miss Thing and I are due a major fall out….

Fuck. Motherhood is hard. Really fucking hard. And not just hard in that you might have to learn to survive on 6 hours sleep or develop the kind of negotiation skills that would make a seasoned copper proud but because you realise that what you thought were the hard decisions: How shitty a mother would I [...]

I should play the lottery, I reckon I’d win millions. OK, maybe not, but I should definitely give predicting the future a go. Why? Oh, just a small matter of the works Christmas party on Friday night. And because I did it.  I did the ONE thing I knew I’d end up doing despite every [...]

I want to introduce you to 3 of the most important people in Keira’s life. Without them I actually think I’d be bald with stress.  They are the ONLY people who can calm her down when she’s throwing a wobbler or when she’s upset (Drum roll please….. oh and excuse the flowery bedset..) This little [...]

I never really understood how much I loathe christmas shopping.    Until I met the hot geek (J). He drives me fucking insane.  Seriously he makes me crazy. And not the good kind of crazy, I’m talking about the eye twitching, lip curling kind of crazy where it wouldn’t be entirely unreasonable to put my hands around [...]

I’m going to pay the hairdresser to do my hair for Friday. With the best will in the world, I’m not going to be able to get it looking like how I want it and that will turn me into a mega bitch.  Which isn’t fun.  I’ll pay the £25.

Probably. Well, it’s more likely to be a yes. Friday sees the long-awaited arrival of the works christmas party and I can’t wait. I compiled a list yesterday of all the items I need to make sure I bring with me to work so I can make an attempt at looking über fabulous: (The main [...]

Keira was really sick for a while. Not the kind of sick that kids tell you they are when they don’t want to go to school. I’m talking about the kind of sick that is quite worrying.  I knew she wasn’t well when she refused all food.  She even refused dry bread which is a [...]

I. Hate. Christmas. There I said it. Shove me an award for being a miserable parent if you want, I don’t give a toss.  I do not love the festive period. I don’t mind the actual day – the jubilation in Keira’s face when she opens her presents is always wonderful but what I do [...]