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Nothing good comes easy
Nothing good comes easy

I just couldn’t fathom in those early stages how I could ever combine my role as a mum and be someone else’s girlfriend. The two couldn’t co-exist, as far as I was concerned.


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You are what you eat. So I guess my child is a slice of toast.
You are what you eat. So I guess my child is a slice of toast.

Hands up whose kid ate peanut butter toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner yesterday? Sound familiar? Yep. This one’s for you.

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Would you like a side of shame with that?
Would you like a side of shame with that?

It only took a few brief seconds of stopping to consider whether I too should feel ashamed of being a single mum - I mean, I suppose I am a failure in comparison to all of the other mums I know who’ve managed to keep their families together - before I thought… Fuck. That.

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When you have to back up your work Christmas party with a wedding the next day... you turn to the best in the biz! I adore every moment I spend with the incredible @peta_Gai from @iridiscosmetics 💕💕💕 thank you for helping me hide any evidence of the night before!
365 days later... 😘✨
Whenever I catch myself stressing about not doing this mum thing how I think it’s ‘SUPPOSED’ to be done... I ask myself the following: will he still do this when he’s 16? Every time... the answer is NO! He still loves his dummy, adores a bottle at night, sleeps in a cot, and a layer of dust blankets his potty. But... will he still demand a dummy when he’s 16? Wind down with a bottle? Snooze in a cot? Require nappy changes? NOPE. These things always have a way of working out! Just like when I used to worry about whether he’ll smoothly transition out of sleeping bags with wings 😂 or cry about whether he’ll EVER sleep longer than 45 minutes (jeez that was a tough stage). So, now I stress less and *try to* enjoy every stinky moment... because one day when it’s uncool to hang out with mum, I know I’ll give anything to snuggle on the couch just one more time while he chugs down his milk ❤️
Relieved we can now tick the ‘screaming, hysterical Santa photo’ off the childhood bucket list.
💞 NEW POST 💞 🌸 Nothing good comes easy 🌸 “I just couldn’t fathom in those early stages how I could ever combine my role as a mum and be someone else’s girlfriend. The two couldn’t co-exist, as far as I was concerned.” Follow the link in my bio to see me get all raw and real before I freak out and delete it 😂
When I was little I was OBSESSED with Humphrey B Bear. So much so, my mum organised for him to surprise me at kinder on my fourth birthday. I remember looking over at her and she was balling her eyes out, and I was all like, erm, am I missing something? 🤔 Now I’m a mum, it all makes sense!! Hands up who spent Peppa Pig’s concert a blubbering mess? 🙋🏻‍♀️ Oh. Just me? I can’t put the feeling into words. There’s just something about watching the little person I love most in the world, completely overwhelmed with excitement watching his favourite show come to life before his eyes, just like I did 24 years earlier. Except this time around, it’s both mum and I as blubbering messes on the sidelines 😭😭 Meanwhile Ollie’s all like... 🤔 (you’ll get it one day, little man)

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