Peak Mum Moment

I wanted to write an inspirational post in honour of it being international Women’s Day. Y’know; about being proud to be a woman and making a difference etc etc. 

What happened though was that I had the  messiest, most difficult time feeding my very own little lady her dinner tonight. She insisted on poking her tongue out after every other mouthful and basically made the action of washing her hands in her food bowl before throwing said hands in the air thus creating a confetti effect of macaroni bolognese. 

And then I had to jump back into work mode, as I’ve been working from home today. 

Oh and I cooked dinner.

HAVOC!!


Being a working mum ain’t easy. Being a working mum and working from home is like…the ultimate test of nerve, wits and patience haha…

I’m grateful that my other little (pug) lady was around to help me clean (read: eat) up the mess. 

I’m grateful that I have my own home in which to be a working mum within.

I’m grateful to have been blessed enough to have a little one, and to have the opportunity to raise a sassy, amazing little girl. 

I’m grateful for my own sassy, amazing mum. 

And I’m grateful for marrying an incredible man who supports me in my every effort to do awesome things. 

Peace and much love to all!

Kx

Oh Tantrums Have Arrived


I am now covered in tears, snot, semi-masticated apple and crumbs after dealing with my very first toddler meltdown. 

All because I dared to take a bite from my apple which I’d let her hold. 

How did I cope? 

  • Picked her up for a cuddle
  • Put her back down again as the screaming was REALLY loud in my face
  • Tried to give her the apple again to appease her apparent anger
  • Picked up the apple bits off the floor after she threw it in annoyance
  • Tried waving the alarm remote control dongle thing that she’s been eyeing up for ages at her
  • Sang really loudly 
  • Gave her her Bunny (poor Bunny is now just as messy as I am)
  • Gave her her favourite snack which stopped her cries for all of 10 seconds till she decided she didn’t like it anymore – then I knew I was in trouble 
  • Turned to the usual comforter int he form of my milk…

And peace is restored. For now…