Wicked Wednesdays #7

I used to agree with the phrase “Silence is golden” before I had my son. Now silence only means one thing… trouble, as I quite recently found out!

I’d got my bestie over for the weekend and we had loads to catch up on because we haven’t seen each other for ages. We were trying to cram the last 3 months events into that rare moment when the little guy was playing happily. Ah damn, that moment soon passed, he decided I’d had enough attention and it was his turn. He wanted my friend to go upstairs and play with his toys . I kept telling him to come downstairs and we’d play there. Nope that wasn’t cutting it.

Anyway, after a few attempts all went quiet and I thought bless him, he’s decided to carry on playing regardless. *Mistake number 1!

Hmmm, wait, slight alarm bells, isn’t it a little bit too quiet? Nah I’m being paranoid “natter, natter” *Mistake number 2!

5 mins later – No, definitely too quiet, I’ll just go and check…

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Wicked Wednesdays #6

It’s been a while since I’ve linked up to Brummy Mummy of 2’s Wicked Wednesday linky, shame on me!

Last weekend my parent’s came over to stay and I thought I would grab the opportunity to get out there and do some exercise, while I had the extra set of hands to look after the little guy. As many of you no doubt find, it’s a  struggle to exercise while juggling little people and working. Being  a single parent and the lack of anyone to look after your child,  can make this even harder. So I tend to find exercise is few and far between as you may have noticed if you’ve read my post called Exercise, what’s that?

Anyway, I dragged myself out of bed, found my trainers. dusted them down and off I went….

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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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