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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I’ve found my H spot!

Apologies if you were expecting some sort of new erogenous zone that you’d been missing out on all these years.  Unfortunately Ladies and Gents, the H Spot is not the new G spot but I have found an amazing new (H)oliday  spot!

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You often hear of people returning to the same holiday destination each year. I’ve never quite understood this concept given its a big world out there, so many places to see and different things to do.

However I stand corrected as I’ve found my UK H Spot and it’s ….The Isle of Purbeck, Dorset.

 

We’ve just got back from a lovely week spent on the Isle of Purbeck. We, being my son and my parents – ticking another off the “who do you holiday with, as a Single Parent?” list.

We stayed in a village called Corfe Castle in a gorgeous cottage that you could fit my house into 3 times over! It was a last-minute find, so slightly bigger than we needed but gave us the added bonus of a room each. The extra space also meant for a whole week I wasn’t conscious of my dulcet tone being heard by neighbours as I have those constant debates that take place with a 3-year-old to get the simplest of things done.

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Sky Tykes – Holme Pierrepont, Nottingham

We recently went to visit a friend in Nottingham for the weekend. At this point I’ll point out my friend doesn’t have any children. So as you can imagine, in order to protect her house from Hurricane Pre Schooler, I thought it was best we evacuate the house for a while and get out to help burn off some of his energy.

I used to live in Nottingham, many years ago and always loved Holme Pierrepont, a great Country Park and Water Sports Centre. It was always a good place to walk off hangovers and check out some of the guys taking part in the white water rafting and canoeing. And of course to take in the fresh air and walk around the lake.

So I thought this would be a great place to take the little guy, so off we went…After almost grounding my car on one of the speed bumps (heads up to go VERY slowly over them if you have a low car as I do), we parked up and I noticed the new, well to me new, Sky Trail. On closer inspection, we realised they had a tiny one underneath for the little people. From 3 years old, you can try out the Sky Tykes.

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Wicked Wednesdays #5

Wow, another week has gone by and time for another Wicked Wednesday. Where did last week go?

Funny how the week’s fly by but then sometimes the days drag on forever! Well, last Sunday was definitely one of those days. I think we both must have got out of the wrong side of the bed, I was on a short fuse, as was the little guy. He wasn’t being naughty but the slightest silly thing was really getting under my skin. Know that feeling? Maybe a tad hormonal?!

Anyway, as always when it get’s like this, I think, right, let’s get out of the house, so first thing we headed out to the Farmer’s Market, walked around there, chomped on a gorgeous Crepe. The little guy bumped into nearly all of his pre-school group – what a social butterfly! Then it was time for Little Rugby…ah a bit of timeout for mummy to sit on the sidelines, oh no, time to join in! Home to cook lunch and then that was it, I’d hit my wall. There was nothing that was going to get me through the afternoon other than to hit the caffeine.

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