100% mum

And so just like that I left the rat race. It all came to ahead when I realised that I was trying to do two jobs and I wasn’t doing either of them very well. The constant guilt from leaving the kids but also from staying at home – I felt guilty for myself and for my ambitions, should I just set these to one side for a while until I am no longer required as a 100% mum? The funny thing is that I don’t think the 100% mum requirement ever goes away – I still need my mum, ok not 100% of the time but seriously if I ring her I want her to pick up the phone, so maybe it is ALL of the time FOREVER!!

Taking a step back from work has been amazing, I am so grateful for Dan for pretty much working harder so that I can be there to take and pick up little miss s from school and to be able to have the opportunity to go to class assembly and volunteer for reading group (ok so this may never happen but at least I could!) When I say take a step back I mean stay at home – I am still working but more on my terms, I save time as I don’t need to drive to work, chat over lunch or stay until the clock strikes 5. I finish when I finish the jobs I need to do – this maybe at 3pm or it could go on well into the night once the munchkins are in bed, but it means I get to be present at tea time and on the playground. Weirdly its something I didn’t think would ever bother me – I love working, I found that after having little miss s I was desperate to go back to work and rediscover ‘me’ to go back to ‘normal’ and I did, but in finding me I lost a little of my drive. I have never really had a ‘career’ I have waited tables, sold accidental death insurance, pulled pints, account managed and taught computer packages – a very random and eclectic mix of things that never really floated my boat. Then I became a mum and it has been the one job that I enjoy, ok there are bad days and worse than that days but in general as soon as the kids go to bed and you have cleared up the carnage of the day and all being well there have been no trips to A&E then you have done a good job, when you kiss them goodnight and they are safe you have done a good job, everytime they smile its like a little tap on the back (sorry that sounds so corny!!…I’m drinking mulled wine can that be an excuse?!)

The fact that little miss s started school in September helped in making this decision, who knew that school was such a pain in the arse?! I naively thought that it would just hugely save me money on childcare…oh no because school starts later and finishes early, like 3.20pm early. I was used to dropping off at 8.30am and picking up at 5.30pm, I know a mammoth day for the kids but it was manageable for me and I could fit everything in. Then Bam September happened and I couldn’t drop off early or pick up late, add to that the fact that both kids needed to go to different locations and every morning was like mission impossible. I can safely say that in the few weeks that I did this two drop off in different locations in different directions I only got it wrong once – I was sat in the car one morning at work wondering why I was so early… yep Master R was still in the back and nope kids aren’t really allowed at work!! That day was not a great day!

Added to the logistics of school is the fact that it occurs EVERYDAY – of course I knew this, but I didn’t really think it through. Everyday we have to be on time, organised, dressed and awake – I am not awake everyday. Kids seem that have this amazing ability to wake up 2-3 times in the night and still rise like spring chickens the next morning, I do not, I am like some sort of disorientated zombie who has kidnapped some questionably dressed children and made it to the school yard in a stroke of pure luck, on time! (side note: we live like a stones throw from the school and we can still be late!)

But never fear its half term now… a whole week at home with the kids at the end of the month so with little funds and I think its going to rain…

And so the newest Thompson Family adventure begins, the world of working from home, the world of working with the husband, the world of being 100% mum!!!!!!

Birthday Munckins

100% not ready to have this many candles!!

emotional beginnings

And so a break my silence!

Sorry I have been a little MIA, life has become a bit of a distraction – by which I mean I totally haven’t had time to sit down, glass of wine, chocolate, James Bay and my laptop for a good’ol brain dump. Well tonight you lucky things I am well overdue a good brain fart…

Today was a beginning of a very new chapter for us and it feels only fitting that my break in silence is to talk about the whole reason I started this blog nearly 4 years ago. The reason for all my ramblings and continuous mum fails – the reason why and how I have become the mum I am today.

Today Little miss s started school – cue teary eyes and a sunglass wearing school run! She is only just 4 and whilst she was getting ready at 6.30am this morning and forgetting to put on her skirt it dawned on me that this is it my little miss s is growing up, becoming independent (ok bar me pointing out that she needs to cover her pants in public) and starting out on this very exciting journey for the main part by herself. I really didn’t know how I was going to feel today, the run up to the whole ‘starting big school’ has been a looong one – it started last September in pre-school and our daily walks past ‘big school’. If I am really honest with myself I think that ever since that first day last September I have known this day would come but never actually thought it would (I know makes no sense!!.. normal service as resumed!)

And so she went, within a space of an hour getting ready this morning I felt so many emotions, emotions that I really do think define the mum/person that little miss s has turned me into…

Fear – what if she doesn’t like it? What if she falls over and needs me?
Annoyance – It was 6.30am and she was parading around the house in her shirt, pants and shoes!
Anger – at myself for maybe not making her last week with me and master R more special – we went to Sainsbury’s and Co-op, pretty much it.
Sadness – what am I going to do without my little sidekick
Relief – ah the things I am going to get done without my little sidekick
Impatience – seriously, I was ready to pick her up at 2.30pm clock watching

And most of just Pride – so much pride at the little girl that she has become, the fact that at only just 4 she strode into that school on her own with no fears just excitement, that at the end of the day she casually strode out as if this was normal (I was kinda hoping for a big emotional reunion!) but most of all that she is who she is and she is happy with that. I know she’s only 4 but it’s a bloody good start.

Congratulations to all the other school starters this week, kids, mums teachers and young siblings who miss you like crazy!

little miss in school  little miss in school

mums the word…

Today I had a fab day – I was awoken by the munchkins at a latest ever record time of 7.20am, lets hope this is the end of the 5.30am starts! My lovely husband then took them downstairs so I could have a mothers day lie in until the smell of bacon was wafted upstairs and breakfast was served.

I then said goodbye to the boys as they were off to visit the Bristol lot and little miss s and I were off to my mums for the day and to get there on time I finally got to use my Christmas preset from Dan – my scooter! My two wheeled, flashing stick of death… at one point little miss s turned around and asked why my scooter was so slow, but we made it in one piece and settled in for a lovely day with my mum, my sister, little miss n and my grandmother, we were four generations, three generations of mums with the lady responsible for it all at the head of the table.

I have written before about my mothers day experiences here and here now that I’m a mum but I wanted to take a moment today to tell you a little bit about my mum – or Alpha Mum as I like to call her!

My mum is the bomb – ok so everyone thinks that but she really is. She is the person I go to when I need to get away from daily life and she is the person who sends me home again when I need to get back to it!! She will never turn away my little family and we can often be found ‘popping’ in at tea time (result!) and when we needed somewhere to live she was moving furniture to make room before we had even asked! Since having children we have become a lot closer, as a teenager I think its safe to say I was a little ‘challenging’ I was nicknamed Kevin by the parents, probably because I only really grunted at them for about 2 years, and then I went off to University where I was miserable. I would ring home and just take out all my frustration on mum with most phone calls ending in a ‘arggh Whatever’ and slamming the phone down, but she was worried and I was away from home. Now being a mum I can totally understand the conversations that we had and how frustrating I must have been.. I finally get it and man I hope little miss s doesn’t take after me!!

As I sat in front of the fire this afternoon and watched her take time out from looking after us all to have a cwtch and chat with my little girl – it made me so grateful for all the lessons she has taught me, how through her actions and the way she has brought up myself, my sisters and brother she has shown us how to love and be loved. She has taught us right from wrong, to not just follow the crowd and to always be true to what we believe. I am forever grateful for every sacrifice that she made for me and the ones she continues to make, for the time I spend with her and for the amazing Nin she is to my two munchkins. We really did hit the jackpot with our mum – thank you for the memories, the roast dinners, the chats, the tears, the tantrums, the laughs, the rows, the cwtch’s, the advice, the pancakes, the hot-water bottles, the prosecco, the cups of tea, the fairy lights, the phone calls, the random smiley faces, the drop in calls, the babysitting, the treating your 30yr old daughter with new clothes, the smiles, everything, thank you for everything and more.

Happy Mothers Day to all you mums out there, it really is the best and most rewarding job on the planet x


my mum xx

time is a funny thing

So in the last installment of everything ketchup you were introduced the little miss N, I explained her condition and let you all know that my very talented sister would be creating a print to sell in aid of the British Heart Foundation, the funny thing is that this was now a little while ago…

I am very pleased and proud to announce that my sister has finally hit the ‘where does the time go, what have I done today’ stage of motherhood. In all her new mum naivety and excitement she announced she was doing these prints and so the blog was written (ok, eventually!) the coffee morning we planned has been and gone and alas still no print! Little miss N had a cold and then she needed a bum change and then she was just plain grumpy and with smug smile I am pleased to say it has taken K a little longer than expected to create and print this little masterpiece!

She finally gets why for 3 ½ years I have been running around like a headless chicken and why getting up ½ hour before you have to leave is a thing of the past. In our house every morning little miss s must wake way too early (so in reality we have plenty of time) have her first ‘end of the world’ meltdown, get dressed, get undressed, put her tutu on, take her tutu off, get dressed, have breakfast, finish my breakfast, take her socks off, brush her hair, clean her teeth, attempt another tutu change, put on her coat, put on her shoes, take off her shoes, put on her socks, put on her shoes and FINALLY leave the house. Then comes the walk to school… every curb MUST be walked on and we must wait until the road is completely clear (thankfully there is only one road!). Ah the fun she has to come!!

And so, I am pleased to be able to finally reveal the fab print she has designed, these will be a limited edition with only 50 being produced and once they are gone they are gone. They are designed and screen printed with metallic gold ink and a blush pink by K, it is not framed but the print size will fit an Ikea frame which is always useful!

If you would like to order a print please do not hesitate to get it touch with me or K (if you know her!) and I’m afraid that mail orders will be subject to a small postage charge (only Royal Mail!)

‘Heart of Gold’ Limited Edition Charity Print £25

print 1 heart-of-gold (3 of 7) heart-of-gold (6 of 7) print nols

As mentioned ALL money from the sale will be donated to the British Heart Foundation.

matters of the heart x

150 – this is my 150th Blog post, in this little world of kids, babies, tantrums, husbands, work, family, holidays, wonky faces and not so wonky faces, friends, dreams, memories and prosecco, lots of prosecco!

I wanted to use this post, this milestone to write a little something about someone very special to me. I have written in great detail about little miss s and master r well now they have a little sidekick, id like you to meet little miss N…

Little miss N is my niece, she is a little bundle of smiles and chat – her big blue eyes stare at you and you cannot help but melt (also, ok master r has been hard work but dam she makes me broody!) mind you she’s a little diva, she has this wonderful ‘you think I’m doing that?’ down the nose face and she has well and truly mastered the ‘shit up your back’ nappy! She is my twin sisters first daughter and which by default makes her my second daughter-ish, it’s a difficult relationship to explain and a relationship that was proved in her very first few days. As I mentioned, she is my twins daughter, now my twin is a diva and a bit of a drama queen so it is only natural that little miss N would follow suit!

The first time I met her she was only a few hours old and to be fair I was just happy that K was ok and that she looked like crap (I know that’s really mean, but you have to look like that – you’ve just given birth) she had joined this very special club they call parenthood and I couldn’t have been more proud. Now the second time I saw little miss N she was relaxing under a sunbed with some fetching goggles demanding the attention of all around (yep definitely my sisters daughter!). This thing called parenthood starts with a bang and you can never be prepared for what it throws at you, if your lucky like me and dan you stumble through with poo on your hands and sick over everything and three ours of crying is the worst it will be.

Now little N’s parents really did have a shock, for the little madame had to be admitted back into hospital at 2 days old after a series of ‘episodes,’ K and J had to make a call – they didn’t know what newborn babies were supposed to do or not, they didn’t know what was ‘normal’ because nothing is normal after the event. They made a call, the right call and her episodes were investigated over a week – they stayed by her bedside, they watched her, they held her and they fed her. They became a family, the way in which every family becomes a team – yet they did it in hospital surrounded by wires, nurses and a little sunbathing wired up little miss N. Now I said I was proud of my sister after the birth – I was, but that was nothing compared to the pride and admiration I felt for her when I visited them in hospital and she was there, had been there for days, was feeding her baby herself, was not only in control of the situation but was in control of her family (she had sent J for coffee!) – she was a Mum. That night I went home and held onto my babies thankful that I was a mum and that I have been lucky enough never to be in that situation.

So a little bit about that coffee boy… ok so he didn’t just get the coffee. When K was feeding he was on hand to fetch drinks, hold leads and wind his little girl, when both his girls were sleeping he was watching over them and when they told him to go home, he said no. This little girl needed her dad as much as her mum and I know for a fact that her mum needed him more than ever before and he was there for every step.

And it turns out that, yes little miss N is special – not just because she has my nose (seriously, random!) but because she has been diagnosed with a condition called Wolff Parkinson White Syndrome (WPW) now I could get all technical on you and go into long explanations about the orthodromic atrioventricular re-entrant tachycardia (yep check me! Ok so totally copied and pasted that!) but in a nutshell it means that little miss N’s heart sometimes goes a little nuts, the beats per minute can raise and this is not a good thing. To counteract this she is on medicine daily to ensure that her heart remains steady, K and J have to take her heart rate daily and she will see specialists periodically for the foreseeable future. This syndrome is a sly little bugger and can go undetected for years – many just think thy are having a panic attack as the symptoms could be confused, light-headedness, dizziness, shortness of breathe and palpitations to name a few. The fact that little miss N has been diagnosed so young is a testament to her parents, they knew what was not normal for their 2 day old baby girl – it proves the whole ‘trust your gut’ theory.

So little miss N has a heart condition, it will not define who she is, her Mum and Dad will make sure of that – I am also pretty certain that she is going to have her very own personal bodyguard in master r when they grow up (seriously the boy is a beast!) But matters of the heart can affect anybody – just this year as well as little miss N’s diagnosis my Granddad underwent a triple heart bypass. You never know what is round the corner so to help raise a little bit of money my sister will be creating a print to sell with all proceeds being donated to the British Heart Foundation. The money that we can raise will directly go to fund research projects to better understand how to diagnose, prevent, treat and cure heart disease.

Sooo, put your hand on your chest, feel your heart beat? – Now, hand in pocket please!!!!… well not quite yet, blog with print visuals and order details is to follow shortly!

Nols smiles

our little miss N

Nols Family

one plus two makes three xxx


A little pre-Christmas trip with my pre-schooler

And just like that BAM Christmas is over. With all the build up, excitement and most successful bribery tool (Santa wont come) gone for another year. I hope you all had lovely ones and that Santa did come!

Just before Christmas hit this year, my mum and I took little miss s to Norway to see my sister in the ballet, it was a girly trip, the first time that I have taken her anywhere on my own, the first proper time of leaving master R and her first time on a plane. And in true little miss s style she made it a trip to remember…

Her first little moment came when her bag had to go through the scanner…cue screams of “no, no, Elsa, Anna no, no my bag” along with tears, her little figures were in her bag and in her defence she had carried it all morning. I was however obviously distracted by these screams and left my phone in my back pocket so instead of being able to comfort her I was promptly frisked. Now, I have been frisked before, this frisk took on a whole new level – the lady was very thorough even to the point of feeling a little violated (hands in waistband!). It only took 5 minutes but the reason for this frisk soon became very clear for not only was little miss s harbouring Frozen figures but I apparently had forgotten to check my bag – a bag given to me to use by my own father. For in the side pocket of said bag was a serrated edged flip knife – yep a fully fledged flip knife Bear Grylls would be proud of. Cue red faces, stuttering from me and my mum and the knife was disposed of, they then proceeded to drug swab the bag… thank god I didn’t learn anything else about my Dad that day!!

Little miss s got over the security ordeal pretty quick and throughout the trip continued to entertain us, she sang at the top of her voice in the departure lounge, she has a little bit of a Jesus obsession at the moment so Away in a Manger was on repeat. We then boarded the plane and she was asking about the pictures on the back of the seat, “mum can we do that in a minute, can we do that in a minute” I explained that all of those things happened in an emergency and that we didn’t really want one… cue little miss s assuming the brace position! She full on copied the card and was ready to brace, her innocence and excitement was contagious and after initially worrying about keeping her entertained for 2 hours in one place we had a great time and I even managed to keep the iPad in the bag!

Once we had arrived in Norway she was amazed by the snow and her selective hearing seemed to worsen, mum and I could have walked off and left her, she wouldn’t have a clue, she was in her own little ‘Frozen’ heaven oblivious to everything. It was when we took her to the Ballet that she really went into her own world – my elder sister (the ballerina one!) had arranged for us to go back stage before we saw the performance of the Nutcracker. Little miss s, full strut followed Em round like a pro, she was treated to some glitter by the make up department before being allowed on the actual stage (at this point I was very glad that I was her mum – I mean I wouldn’t get this type of treatment, where kid goes, mum goes!!). Throughout the performance she was mesmerised and as we were in our own box pretended she was a ballerina tip-toeing back and for. Mind you, we very nearly missed it as in true little miss s style she decided she needed the loo just before curtain up… we ran, very fast! It was her very first experience of Ballet and she loved it – Auntie Em is her new hero and has actually achieved Elsa status in our house, for when little miss s wears her Elsa dress we get told “I am not S, I am Elsa” and when she wears her tutu we get “I am not S, I am Emma”.

The trip was a huge success, I was initially worried that after having so much attention for four days she would be the she beast when we got home, but in actual fact she has been the opposite. She has been kind(ish) to her brother, done what she has been told(ish) and has generally behaved more grown up (well, less like a stroppy two year old!). Although over night she seems to have developed a bit of an attitude and the ‘little miss s’isms’ have been coming thick and fast, my favourite so far… (whilst on the loo) “ah mum, you carry on playing I may be a while” my little girl is growing up and quickly.

The next trip away is planned for June, this time both Dan and master R will be tagging along, we’ll see how calm that plane journey is!!

my little travel buddy

my little travel buddy

the kid, the mum and the alpha mum!

the kid, the mum and the alpha mum!

my sister, the cover girl!

my sister, the cover girl!

opera house selfie

opera house selfie

on stage being shy (for once!)

on stage being shy (for once!)

the noise, oh the noise

There was one thing that was not mentioned when we discussed having children, yes we spoke about the sleepless nights, the poo and the sick and even the inevitable lack of social life. What we didn’t factor was the noise…

Today has been a day like no other, yes both kids were surprising well behaved, they didn’t do anything particularly naughty and they both ate all their tea but I find myself wound sooo tightly that bath and bed was done in record time! For today they have not stopped making noise! That’s what kids do I hear you all say, but this was not just any noise, this was little miss s waking at 6.15am and not actually stopping or being in another room until she dropped at 7pm tonight. That is over 12 HOURS!!!!! We had beautiful renditions of, of course ‘Let It Go’ and then a whole host of Christmas songs. We had ‘Mummy, say hello to Jesus’ a lot and at one point she was running around the house in a cape saying ‘I am super Linda’?!?!?! Linda? I don’t know where she gets these things. Add to this master r and his wingey teeth and its been like water torture, at one point whilst feeding the littlest (obviously little miss must sit on my feet for this) he was whining, she was singing, this stupid singing dog was singing, the radio was playing and the washing machine was doing that last cycle mental thing… I thought my head was going to explode. I escaped to the loo at one point only for little miss s to emulate Sheldon with “‘knock’ Mummy, ’Knock’ Mummy, ‘Knock’ Mummy, are you having a poo, do you need any help?” (side note, I was locked in the loo for some peace not even needing it!)

It made me think that yes, this is driving me mad but at any other time of my life pre-kids I may well have exploded in a cloud of swear words – I suppose this means that I may have developed a little of what they call patience and tolerance. With kids these two traits go hand in hand with every other ‘mum’ skill – they allow you to get through days like today and allow you to look forward to hearing ‘let it Go’ or ‘ Away in a Manager’ for the umpteenth time tomorrow. (although I am going on a plane with little miss s for 2 hours this week… I’m taking headphones!)

Today was a rare day, don’t get me wrong usually I like the chaos but for some reason today my head just wasn’t in the right place, that and the fact that Mum is now being said Mmmuuuummmm just grinded. Hence why both kids may have been bathed and put to bed a little earlier, the chocolate orange has been consumed (so I may be on number 5 before Christmas , oops) and I am staring at the Christmas drink trying to be good… and its quiet!

sometimes they make you wana...

sometimes they make you wana…

any interests?

The other day during an ever so grown up meeting about a mortgage we were asked a random question about what our hobbies were. Dan obviously mentioned that he played rugby and enjoyed fishing and then it was my turn…

I didn’t feel it was appropriate to say that my main hobby currently is drinking Prosseco with friends or even in my lazy clothes and enjoying the peace and quiet when the kids are asleep (aka avoiding my children)! These things are so important to me they have become my hobby… as I type I am having the most wonderful evening, the house is clean, the kids are fast asleep, Dan is out, candles are lit, I have a glass of squash (ok so my hobby may have caused a slight headache this morning so no fizz for me tonight!) soppy acoustic music (can I get a whoop whoop for Tracey Chapman!) is playing and I am gearing up to watch ‘I’m a Celeb’…

I think this officially means I need to get an interest! I used to play a lot of football and loved nothing more than having a kick about followed by a pint on a cold winters evening, I used to enjoy going out into town for a good’ol dance and Dan and I could often be found parked up on the side of a beach road in Devon for an evening of fish and chips and a mornings surf ( I say surf, more like drowning!) Since having children though I find myself being repelled by all of my old habits, I mean football outside, in the winter?!?! That just plain weird, winters evenings are for lazy clothes, wine and candles!! Dancing in town – no thanks the cues for the loos are always way too long and I don’t think my post baby holding control could cope. And then there’s our spur-of-the-moment jaunts to the beach in the van – there is nothing spur-of-the-moment about having to pack for kids and the thought of spending a night in the van with my beloved family makes me feel slightly quezzy…maybe when little miss s and master r are a bit older (can sleep in their own tent!)

So the young man in out mortgage meeting filled in my hobby and interest box with…

Hannah enjoys spending time with her family and writing.

That is what my free time has been summed up into… spending time with my family is not a hobby, it’s a way of life, it’s my job and its what I do, sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes not so much! And he wrote writing because I panicked just said something, anything that might have made me seem less lame!

We didn’t get the mortgage, obviously based on my lack of hobbies and interests– so by the next meeting I need to be more interesting! Ideas on a postcard please x

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my hobby!


There it is again, the music in my head!

Master R is now 5 ½ months old!!! How did that happen?! It seems like only yesterday that he was evicted and started life as the forth member of the Thompsons. At the same time it feels like the little man has always been here and I can’t for the life of me imagine life without him now…

Him and all his little quirks, he is soooo unlike little miss s its untrue, as I have written before we did not get off to the best of starts with me not actually coping very well with the constant crying for the first 6-8weeks. The midwife said he would grow out of it, and you know what he did – and he has kept growing! At 5 months old he is bigger than little miss s at 9 months… he’s a big boy! He is also a stubborn little thing, he has just started this delightful angry growl if he is unhappy about something – it is the cutest as I have this angry 5 month old growling at me because he wants his toy or bottle or any of the other very important life items to a baby!

The boy is also a complete flurt, he has lots of fans around the village we live in and it takes me ages to go anywhere with everyone wanting a smile and look at his hair… he has rather a lot of hair! Unlike little miss s he is not selective when it comes to smiles and he will smile at anyone – luckily the excited sequel has been reserved for only his favourite people! All in all he is a happy little chap, he is now on the move too – the other day he had managed to belly, roll wriggle himself under the sofa! Today after squeal from his cot, I was greeted by baby legs and baby arms stuck between bars across the cot – I honestly have no idea how he managed it but he was still smiling! He adores his older sister and watches her every move, he even seems to enjoy being climbed all over and talked at like one of her dolls! The bond they are starting to create is amazing to watch and cements my decision that I didn’t want just one child. As much as they get on they have also started to gang up on me a little… hence the music in my head!

On the days when we have started the day at 5.30am, had the ‘go back to bed’ discussion until 7am, had the get dressed, clean your teeth, we are going to be late for school, put your coat back on battle on until 8.30am… by 4pm we often get some lovely tandem screaming from the little cherubs, this is when I, if all else fails, put them in their rooms, sit on the stairs and listen to the music in my head – last Friday we had a little ‘Fire Starter’ today a little ‘Cwm By Yar’ (I have no idea how to spell that!) but all it takes to forget the ‘world is ending’ meltdown is a smile from my cheeky chap and a cwtch from the little madame.

Master R has well and truly settled into his role as the noise machine in the house, Little miss s is the performer, Dan is the ring master and I think I am pretty much the clown! I cannot wait to see this little man grow and start getting his own back on his big sister, I also have bets on his first words being ‘Let it go’ thanks to our little performer!


my little monsters!


getting a bit big!


my little helper

to share or not to share?!

Since starting this blog and becoming a fan of other blogs and instagram accounts there has been a niggerling question sat in the back of my mind – what consists of too much information?

This is a conversation Dan and I have had A LOT! He believes that our photos and moments should be kept as just that and not broadcast on social media and that it really is no ones business if little miss s has slept through the night or if I am having a particularly rubbish day! His point is that I should spend more time in the here and now and stop thinking ‘oo profile pic’ or ‘that would be a funny status’ whenever something happens. You know what, I kind of have to agree with him. (I hate saying that!)

He took me away for my birthday on a brilliant trip to Dublin – it wasn’t until we got into the departure lounge at the airport, drink in hand that I realised that I had left my phone in the car – shockingly my first thought was ‘oo no I cant instagram my Dublin pics’ a close second was ‘ how will my mother-in-law contact me about the kids if needed’…reality check. I spent a phone free weekend engaged and present in every conversation and in every moment – it taught me a valuable lesson that life needs to be experienced and enjoyed in the present, not in the facebook pictures you post for everybody else, ok so I knew this before but I kind of get it now!

I will be the first person to admit that I am such a voyeur and I love nothing more than to scroll the numerous instagram accounts that I follow admiring other peoples lives, homes and children. Its this last one that has been giving me grief over the last few weeks, I love posting pics of my little ones on instagram and yes writing about them on here. I’m not sure what it is but I enjoy seeing them, I also enjoy the likes or comments a pic may get – self indulgent? Probably! But if I dig a little deeper it may have something to do with the self doubt and insecurity being a mum can often bring – in a job you get appraisals, reviews and a pay rise if you do well! As a mum your not given a manual, a progress report or a pat on the back when your child first uses the loo on their own – not a big deal? HUGE deal in my life! I think that by people liking my pictures, good angelic kids or little monsters it’s a pat on the back that a. im doing ok and b. I am not alone. There are mums out there appreciating my pic of a three year old tantrum because they feel my pain and they, in that moment like the pic because they too have been there! And yes these pictures and these comments make me smile!

I have made a decision to be a little more careful/clever about what I post, partly to respect the views of my husband and father of the munchkins (so he kinda gets a say!) and partly because you really don’t know who is looking at them and can take the photo to use on such things a beautiful baby competition etc due to the beautiful children I have, obviously!

This blog will continue to over share as this is my brain dump I’m afraid so expect more wonderfully thrilling stories of life with the munchkins – I may even write a post one day about grown up stuff…maybe!

A family photo without sharing too much!

A family photo without sharing too much!