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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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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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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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!

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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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