When I fell pregnant everybody told me that I’d have no time for myself. That my leg hair would grow long and wiry that my face would be make up free, and dirty laundry would be piled up around my house unable to be dealt with. Their suggestions at my lack of life were then enhanced …
I’m not going to beat about the bush. The terrible twos suck. That’s right, currently my laughing chubby monkey is going through his least endearing stage. It’s difficult isn’t it? When you have one that’s been through it, but you manage to block it out? Then you have another child, it’s beautiful, it’s cute, it’s …
I’m going to say this now, and please hear the venom in my voice I hate potty training. When I think back two years ago, when I uncover the memories I worked so hard to forget, when I make myself remember toilet training The Beast, it seemed like an age away before The Chunky Monkey took us …