An ode to the Daytime Nap

An Ode To The Daytime Nap

This post goes out to all of you Mummy’s, Daddy’s, Nana’s, Grandad’s, Step Mum’s, Step Dad’s, Childminders and Nursery Workers…in fact anyone with responsibility for looking after little one’s.

For those of you with children that still have a daytime nap, believe me you are blessed, but be warned, it doesn’t last.  For those of you that they don’t, you might just relate to this!

There once was a time in the day
That mummy’s got to stop and say
Oh, how we love the daytime nap
That snippet of time, that lovely gap

Now what should we do with this hour?
Clean, tidy or hey maybe take a shower
It won’t be long before they rise
Oh God, how quickly the time flies

When they were tiny naps got in the way
Leaving the house used to take all day
If they weren’t asleep, taking their nap
You would guarantee an explosion of crap

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Do I have a daddy?

As Father’s Day gets ever closer I find myself getting slightly anxious for my little boy. His father hasn’t seen him since he was 9 months old and he’s now three and a half. He’s at that age where he questions everything, so naturally the inevitable questions have started  – “Do I have a daddy?” and “Where is my daddy?”

These questions break my heart and they always come out of the blue. I still don’t know if I said the right thing the first time I was asked. It was one of our daily walks home from nursery after a day at work and there it was, out of nowhere, “Mummy, I don’t have a daddy do I?

Looking into those innocent big blue eyes of his, what could I say? As my heart broke into a million pieces, before I had time to think I said “Of course you have a daddy sweetheart, he just lives a long way away”.

Was this the right thing to say? Because in my mind he doesn’t actually have a daddy. Isn’t a daddy someone who is there to care, love and protect their child?

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Exercise, what’s that?

Once upon a time there was a woman who on good days could get her arse out of bed and go for a run first thing in the morning at the weekend. She’d also head out during her lunch hour to clock up a few k and partake in the odd PT session and loved nothing more than getting down and dirty in a British Military Fitness class at weekends too.

Now I introduce you to the same woman post son. She struggles to get out of bed in the morning and thinks it’s an effort  just to walk downstairs to get a cup of tea, to walk back up the stairs and collapse back into bed. In her lunch hour she is generally working through because she has to be out of the door at 5.15pm sharp to get the train back before the nursery doors shut. The only getting down and dirty she does, is when her son decides he can’t walk any further and needs a shoulder lift, cue muddy boots/shoes all down her coat.

Her new workout sounds something more like this; she’ s developed skills in martial arts to get her son dressed, rugby tackled him into the puschair and quick marched it down to nursery. She’s then worked her arm muscles with the “5 lift cuddle” (goodbye routine, entailing being lifted up 5 times for 5 cuddles), before legging it out of the door, to try and catch the 7.38 train, which she inevitably misses and catches the 7.50 instead. It’s at this stage the onlooking passengers wonder what has possibly brought her out in a sweat when its only about 2 degree’s outside?! I welcome you to the exercise of a single mum and in fact most working parents out there who are doing the morning routine.

So, how do you find the time/energy/motivation to do any conventional exercise as a parent? I normally find I’m missing at least one of the 3 factors at any given time. If I suddenly find I have the time then you can bet I won’t have the energy because Munchkin will have decided it was time for an all night party. Or he’d have been zonked out for the night and I have the energy but alas then, no time. Occasionally the gods align, generally on my working from home day and I try to get out for a lunchtime run. There comes the next hurdle…running post childbirth is not so straight forward for some of us, oh yes, that beloved pelvic floor muscle or lack of it! Run, clench, run, clench, run, oops!!! Please Dear Lord give us the strength, the pelvic floor strength!


Ok, what about just doing a workout at home in the evening I hear you say? Hmmmm, I too have thought that same thing. There’s an app for everything and believe me, I have most workout apps on my phone, my problem is finding the motivation and energy to open them and do them….getting home just before 7pm after doing the reverse of aforementioned morning routine, putting Munchkin to bed, then cooking my dinner, it’s gone 8 and I’m completely pooped!

So then, that all familiar phrase pops into my head…I’ll start it tomorrow…..!

Mum-Work-Repeat xx


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I’m generally a big advocate of playdates, a great way to catch up with friends and fun for the kids to get together. However sometimes, they don’t quite go to plan…. as illustrated so brilliantly by The Adventures of Beta Mummy.

Here’s one of my examples, when the playdate didn’t quite go to plan…

Munchkin and I have been away quite a lot recently, so when I had a playdate arranged with one of my mummy friends and subsequently had messages from a couple of others saying “when are we going to get to see you?”. I thought why not combine them all and let’s all go to the zoo for the afternoon.

So, it was supposed to be four families, this turned out to be three by the time it came to the day of going.  Then a text  from Family 3 (F3) to say they were running late and would find us there. So that then left two of us getting there at the same time, hmmm, wasn’t that the original plan? Looks like my plan to combine them wasn’t quite, well, going to plan!

We’d decided the zoo cafe can be a bit of a war zone, so we’d opt to take pack up’s and have a picnic – this was mistake number one! Now this is a local zoo, that we all go to quite a lot. So we should know by now that it blows a friggin gale up there at the best of times. Were we dressed for it? The kids were, were we? Of course not, all had seemed quite sunny and bright where we were before. Not to be defeated, there we sat, huddled around our lunch boxes, trying to pin them down as they made a run for it each time the wind blew. Sitting down for food was also the cue for my friends newborn to decide it was time to make his presence known. resulting in us all taking it in turns walking around the table trying to make him go back to sleep. You can picture the scene I’m sure.

Giving up on the picnic and needing to get the circulation going in our chilled bodies, it was time to go and find some animals. The elephants seemed to be the animal of choice. Should be about a 5 min walk to the elephants but alas here comes mistake number two…I took Munchkins scooter. So straight away we then have to multiply that 5 min walk by 5, as we endure the –  getting on/off, “you pull me mummy”, “I don’t want to ride my scooter” routine. To which mummy replies, “ok I’ll give it to another little boy or girl then”, at this point he gets back on and the routine starts again.*groan*. Just as we start to make progress one of the kids pipes up with “mummy, I need a wee wee”. Ok, time to make a diversion to the toilets and scooter routine starts again!


Right, toilet trip done and now to find the elephants….oh no wait, it’s now time for said newborn to have his milk. However at this point we are all quite happy for the excuse to go inside, so the cafe it is for a coffee to defrost our hands. Worth noting at this point we still haven’t heard from F3.

Ok, feed over, we’ve now decided time is starting to run out and let’s just get on the little train and at least say we’ve seen some animals, given we’d pass quite a few on the train. Oh wait a text…F3, are struggling to leave the house as disputes going on with their toddler, but will hopefully see us there soon. I text back to say, is it now worth it, as by the time they get to us, it won’t be long before we’ll be leaving! Anyway, back to our train…The teeny one decided he wasn’t happy on the train post feed and showed us the power of his lungs.  In true baby fashion he fell asleep just before we had to get off! Just as I thought meeting up with F3 wasn’t going to happen, who do we see by the train track, yep you got it! Turns out they had been at the zoo for over an hour, there was a delay in me getting their text and because mobile coverage is poor, they couldn’t get through to us and were just about to give up and go home!

Right, now we’re all together, lets go and find the elephants, no wait, stop, the bird show is about to start, lets go and watch that instead. All sat down, freezing our asses off on the cold concrete step. I ended up with two of them sat on my knee, so wasn’t sure if it was the cold or weight that gave me a numb bum! At this point I was really over the idea of this playdate, as were the others but there we sat, huddled over, watching the lovely birds battle the wind, getting colder and colder.

Bird show ends and sod this, we’ve all had enough, lets just go home! Oh if only it was that easy, aforementioned scooter routine starts off again. By the time we get to the car park, it took all of my will power not to launch it across into the nearest field! Count to 10 mummy, count to 10!

Play dates can be the best, but sometimes the worst!

I now have a G & T in hand, the fire lit, Munchkin fast asleep upstairs and the world is feeling a better place!

Mum-Work-Repeat x


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Passports at the ready, single parent style!


I recently wrote a post about who do you go on holiday with as a single parent? Or maybe you are a parent who’s partner is unable to travel with you and you want to get away on holiday, same problem.

Well, one of those options was to go it alone with your little person/people. Is that such a crazy idea? Will you end up pulling your hair out?  Feeling out of place? Wishing you had never bothered? Well, I thought I’d put it to the test! I was craving some winter sun, had previously put a bit of money away and thought, sod this, let’s just do it! Now I realise this isn’t on par with the women back in the day who were fighting for our right to vote but hey, it felt pretty damn liberating!

Ok, so the decision was made but now where the hell were we going to go and what were my considerations in where to choose. My criteria was pretty basic;

  1. Sunshine
  2. Beach
  3. Pool
  4. Kid Friendly
  5. Kids Club
  6. Kids entertainment
  7. And did I mention Sunshine?

After speaking to quite a few friends, colleagues and customers (is it just me or has everyone else lost the ability to make a decision since they have given birth?!) I opted for Lanzarote, then narrowed it down to the Playa Blanca region as it wasn’t supposed to be so commercial, and there found the Flamingo Beach Resort Job done!

Ok, first hurdle, how on earth do you manage all of the luggage, without resembling a packhorse? I soon figured, looking like a packhorse was unavoidable but there was a solution to single handedly carrying quite a lot!


Hand luggage

MunchkinTrunki  I am a HUGE fan of these, they really do keep them entertained as you queue at the bag drop, which quite frankly is no different to back in the day when you used to check in at the same time. Also handy on that last minute dash to get them to the  departure gate.

Me–  A rucksack, the name of the game here is to free up your hands!

Hold Luggage

Munchkin – Small pull along case that doubles up as a rucksack with straps, note above point re freeing up your hands! I found this great one by Karrimor and not a bad price from Sports Direct either!

Me – Standard suitcase

I figured with these options I could fully load up and manage all four if my little travel buddy wasn’t willing to help out!


Just the two of us

On arrival at the hotel and checking in, it appeared they had seen two names on the room and assumed couple, hence giving us a double bed. I’ve never been into bed-sharing with Munchkin. I much prefer to sleep without being elbowed in the face or kicked in the stomach during the night. So a swift call to reception and we had our own separate twin beds to help us remain friends for the rest of our holiday!

The hotal was brilliant, definitely geared up for kids/families. At this stage I wondered how I might feel being there on my own and not part of the normal family unit. Do you know what, it didn’t bother me at all. I think that was simply down to the fact, that I am so used to it at home, why would it be different anywhere else, as this is our norm. **Eureka lightbulb moment!
I signed us up for a couple of trips so that we didn’t start to get  stir crazy being at the resort all of the time and then pondered the thought of Kids Club…

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