There is a long history of PND and physical abuse in my family; my mum, her mum, her mum’s mum, and likely further back too. I have spent a huge chunk of my life being told that I would be the one to ‘break the cycle’ and that things would be different for me. My mum has always had this theory that the issues within our family centre around the first born female. I know, sounds like a Cinderella curse, doesn’t it?! Continue reading “The PND Curse”
In my head exists the perfect mum. She’s been there since long before I had children, only the problem is that since I’ve had the kids, she’s stayed there – in my head (and here). In real life exists a kind of watered down, shit version of her, or at least that’s how it feels some days. Continue reading “The Perfect Mum: I’m Doing It Wrong”
Back in February I wrote about what I did (and didn’t) want for Mother’s Day. Those who saw the post will know that I had 5 things on my list, and that number 5 was to celebrate all mothers and motherhood, no matter what shape or form it takes (my Nan has always been a Mum to me). Continue reading “Mother’s Day: A Shout Out To Some Amazing Mamas!”
Recently I’ve developed a bit of an alter-ego; totally in my head of course! The Mum in my head (let’s go nuts and call her Aleena A, I’ll be Aleena B) starts every morning at 5:45. She gets up, has coffee and puts her porridge on the hob to cook on a low heat while she skilfully uses this time to wash, cleanse, moisturise, tone, apply make-up and do her hair.
Aleena A eats her breakfast while sipping a cup of coffee and checking on her blog. Just as she finishes the last spoonful of porridge, Amelia tiptoes into the room and she hears Wills begin to stir. Continue reading “My Day Done The Right Way”