We're going on a school run

It's hard to believe that I've already been a working mum (again) for three weeks. If truth be told, I still feel like I'm in floating in an in-between space.  Routines have changed, logistics are complicated and time consuming and the housework is piling up ahead of a big Christmas clean up this weekend.

The one bit of my day that has stayed the same is the morning school run. It is constant for most of the week (except Fridays when I get to school early for work, Lily goes to breakfast club and Matt drops Ollie off at nursery).

We leave the house at the same time every day, just as Octonauts finished on CBeebies. We don't watch much Octonauts because we're busy putting on shoes, coats and hats, finding book bags and an object to take in for the phonics sound table but it's a reminder that it's nearly time to leave - 'Sound the Octopod Alert' is our very own five minute alarm for getting out of the house. I dread to think what will happen if the BBC changes the schedule without me realising.

Loving the imperfect

I've had something I've wanted to say for a while back. And when I say a while, I mean over ten years.

It's a frustration I have and I guess its a society or culture gripe, an issue with perfection and how we perceive love to be.

It's hard to explain, to summarise, but in short, I find myself wanting to shout out:

"Someone, something, doesn't have to be perfect to be loved"

I can't stand it when people confuse loving someone as being unable to accept that person's imperfections.

For example, when I talk on my blog about how parenting is hard. How sometimes my kids do or say things that have the power to hurt. Or the repetitive conversations about poop are just annoying.

Great gifts for £5

Now my birthday is passed and Matt's birthday is out of the way I can fully turn my attention to Christmas! I like to be organised and so have already started prepping gift lists and buying presents when I can (or when they're on offer) but now we've hit November I feel like I can finally start browsing for all the little extras.

Sometimes it can be difficult to find thoughtful but inexpensive gifts. Not only are we on tight budget but we don't really believe on spending excessively on Christmas just for the sake of it. So it is nice to shop around and pick up presents, especially for the kids, that don't break the bank.

And this month, I was re-introduced to Sports Direct.

Sportsdirect.com is not just football boots and inexpensive trainers. It features fashion brands, leisurewear and more! Because of its buying power, Sportsdirect.com is able to get products you’d expect to pay more for elsewhere. Their range of £5 gifts for Christmas means you can shop for family, friends, teachers even your book-club buddies for less!

Review - Crolla's Gelateria

It is never too cold for ice cream.

Which is why, on a bright but blustery day last weekend, we headed to town to try out the recently opened 'Crolla's Gelateria' in High Wycombe.

The first Crolla's Gelateria was opened in Glasgow over 120 years ago and proved to be so popular they have been expanding the business ever since.

The best of times, the worst of times....

I'm sat on the kitchen stool. Which has been moved from it usual place (kitchen, obviously) to the front door.

If I don't sit on it then my two year old son will climb it in an attempt to open the door, descend the steps at the front of the house and rifle through the outdoor bins to find his 'race car' that he believes I have thrown out.

He has screamed in my face and is now trying to climb over my head.

The tantrum has been going on for 30 minutes that feels like days.

I want to cry.

Normal service will resume shortly...

I know it's been quiet here on the blog lately. I've been even quieter on social media, my online life contrasting against a crazy-busy couple of weeks in the real world.

You see, after 10 months of being a stay-at-home Mum, this afternoon I rejoin the work force!

It's all come around so quickly I've barely had time the situation to settle in.

I saw a job that sounded perfect. A school time job. At Lily's school. Part-time hours. Reasonable salary. A job description that summarised all of my skills perfectly.

I applied. I had an interview. I was offered the job that day.