mamas_scrapbook's  Instagram Profile

ANNA

@mamas_scrapbook

Add to circle
  • Small
  • Medium
  • Large
- You know, when you go Christmas shopping and end up with some bits for yourself? Oopsy Daisies. To be honest, I’m controversially not a lover of clothes shopping. I’d rather buy a rug. I found these cosy jumpers in @tkmaxx I usually shop via things I see on friends and on here. I go ‘hey, that’s nice. Where’s that from?’ And then I copycat. I thought I’d share these with you because for once they aren’t Sainsbury’s a la 2014. As for the hugely awkward poses, those are all mine. You’d never know that as a teenager I modelled wedding dresses. Pahahahahaha. Those are snaps you’re NEVER going to see. #mumstyle #whatiwore #mumlife #mumblogger #motherhood #instamom #instamum
- You know, when you go Christmas shopping and end up with some bits for yourself? Oopsy Daisies. To be honest, I’m controversially not a lover of clothes shopping. I’d rather buy a rug. I found these cosy jumpers in @tkmaxx I usually shop via things I see on friends and on here. I go ‘hey, that’s nice. Where’s that from?’ And then I copycat. I thought I’d share these with you because for once they aren’t Sainsbury’s a la 2014. As for the hugely awkward poses, those are all mine. You’d never know that as a teenager I modelled wedding dresses. Pahahahahaha. Those are snaps you’re NEVER going to see. #mumstyle #whatiwore #mumlife #mumblogger #motherhood #instamom #instamum
- You know, when you go Christmas shopping and end up with some bits for yourself? Oopsy Daisies. To be honest, I’m controversially not a lover of clothes shopping. I’d rather buy a rug. I found these cosy jumpers in @tkmaxx I usually shop via things I see on friends and on here. I go ‘hey, that’s nice. Where’s that from?’ And then I copycat. I thought I’d share these with you because for once they aren’t Sainsbury’s a la 2014. As for the hugely awkward poses, those are all mine. You’d never know that as a teenager I modelled wedding dresses. Pahahahahaha. Those are snaps you’re NEVER going to see. #mumstyle #whatiwore #mumlife #mumblogger #motherhood #instamom #instamum
- I’ve had one of those can’t catch my breath, (fight or) flighty days. Where it’s as if you’re pounding a treadmill set to a speed your legs can’t maintain, and you’re desperately trying to reach the huge, red stop button. Will this elephant please budge off my chest? I’ve wanted to tantrum like my toddlers many times, or throw something, but fortunately enough for those around me I’m rather lacking the vast energy that both of those require. The logistics of Christmas, work, family life and the huge amount of admin that comes with just being a grownup can sometimes feel a little bit much! I’ve got my parents arriving in 20 minutes and I’ve not so much as made the bed yet. Sometimes, when we are stressed, it’s tempting to shut the door, appease the kids and tick off those jobs. However, we spent the afternoon with neighbours, bundling our chaos of kids and tired vibes out scooting into the cold and then into the kitchen (erm, isn’t her kitchen a little bit gorgeous?. I told her I was taking an insta snap and she wanted to change the lighting, but I was all…nah, this is where it’s at. This is how it is, this is how we love it) I’d rather live the chaos alongside other mum's and wild kids than keep a tidy house in solitude. Mum's need mums. And mums bring chaos. Kids. Emotions. Crumbs. But arms to hug you when you're struggling, knowing and non-judgemental glances when you wrestle your oldest into the toilet because he’s tantrum vommed his broccoli down his Christmas jumper (yup), and the 'I get it'. Friends understand how your heart can burst with love whilst simultaneously muttering a string of unsavoury words inaudibly under your breath. How the hardest task you've ever taken on, can also be the best. We all need our armies! So - find yours and cultivate it. Whether it's someone you ask for a coffee date on a park bench, or an amazing online community of people in your specific situation. We weren't made to do life alone. We're hardwired for community, even if it is exhausting and noisy and messy! At the end of the day, there's always the sofa, some trash on the tv and a glass of wine 😘 #friendship #mylife #family #kids #chaos #toddlers #mumlife #mumof
- I’ve had one of those can’t catch my breath, (fight or) flighty days. Where it’s as if you’re pounding a treadmill set to a speed your legs can’t maintain, and you’re desperately trying to reach the huge, red stop button. Will this elephant please budge off my chest? I’ve wanted to tantrum like my toddlers many times, or throw something, but fortunately enough for those around me I’m rather lacking the vast energy that both of those require. The logistics of Christmas, work, family life and the huge amount of admin that comes with just being a grownup can sometimes feel a little bit much! I’ve got my parents arriving in 20 minutes and I’ve not so much as made the bed yet. Sometimes, when we are stressed, it’s tempting to shut the door, appease the kids and tick off those jobs. However, we spent the afternoon with neighbours, bundling our chaos of kids and tired vibes out scooting into the cold and then into the kitchen (erm, isn’t her kitchen a little bit gorgeous?. I told her I was taking an insta snap and she wanted to change the lighting, but I was all…nah, this is where it’s at. This is how it is, this is how we love it) I’d rather live the chaos alongside other mum& #39;s and wild kids than keep a tidy house in solitude. Mum& #39;s need mums. And mums bring chaos. Kids. Emotions. Crumbs. But arms to hug you when you& #39;re struggling, knowing and non-judgemental glances when you wrestle your oldest into the toilet because he’s tantrum vommed his broccoli down his Christmas jumper (yup), and the & #39;I get it& #39; . Friends understand how your heart can burst with love whilst simultaneously muttering a string of unsavoury words inaudibly under your breath. How the hardest task you& #39;ve ever taken on, can also be the best. We all need our armies! So - find yours and cultivate it. Whether it& #39;s someone you ask for a coffee date on a park bench, or an amazing online community of people in your specific situation. We weren& #39;t made to do life alone. We& #39;re hardwired for community, even if it is exhausting and noisy and messy! At the end of the day, there& #39;s always the sofa, some trash on the tv and a glass of wine 😘 #friendship #mylife #family #kids #chaos #toddlers #mumlife #mumof
- I’ve had one of those can’t catch my breath, (fight or) flighty days. Where it’s as if you’re pounding a treadmill set to a speed your legs can’t maintain, and you’re desperately trying to reach the huge, red stop button. Will this elephant please budge off my chest? I’ve wanted to tantrum like my toddlers many times, or throw something, but fortunately enough for those around me I’m rather lacking the vast energy that both of those require. The logistics of Christmas, work, family life and the huge amount of admin that comes with just being a grownup can sometimes feel a little bit much! I’ve got my parents arriving in 20 minutes and I’ve not so much as made the bed yet. Sometimes, when we are stressed, it’s tempting to shut the door, appease the kids and tick off those jobs. However, we spent the afternoon with neighbours, bundling our chaos of kids and tired vibes out scooting into the cold and then into the kitchen (erm, isn’t her kitchen a little bit gorgeous?. I told her I was taking an insta snap and she wanted to change the lighting, but I was all…nah, this is where it’s at. This is how it is, this is how we love it) I’d rather live the chaos alongside other mum's and wild kids than keep a tidy house in solitude. Mum's need mums. And mums bring chaos. Kids. Emotions. Crumbs. But arms to hug you when you're struggling, knowing and non-judgemental glances when you wrestle your oldest into the toilet because he’s tantrum vommed his broccoli down his Christmas jumper (yup), and the 'I get it'. Friends understand how your heart can burst with love whilst simultaneously muttering a string of unsavoury words inaudibly under your breath. How the hardest task you've ever taken on, can also be the best. We all need our armies! So - find yours and cultivate it. Whether it's someone you ask for a coffee date on a park bench, or an amazing online community of people in your specific situation. We weren't made to do life alone. We're hardwired for community, even if it is exhausting and noisy and messy! At the end of the day, there's always the sofa, some trash on the tv and a glass of wine 😘 #friendship #mylife #family #kids #chaos #toddlers #mumlife #mumof
- You know how much I love my baths! I have never really listened to music in the bath before due to the tinny sound of music played on my phone! But I’m about to indulge in a bath and an audio book on my new @JBLAudio_UK Link 10 wireless speaker! It’s got fab sound, handsfree voice control and if I knock it into the bubbles (which, lets face it, is likely), it’s totally waterproof! Now to get it hooked up to the heating so I can hike up the temp when the husband isn’t listening. It’s not too late to stick one on your Christmas list at £149.99. #ad #JBLlink #music #bathtime #relax
- You know how much I love my baths! I have never really listened to music in the bath before due to the tinny sound of music played on my phone! But I’m about to indulge in a bath and an audio book on my new @JBLAudio_UK Link 10 wireless speaker! It’s got fab sound, handsfree voice control and if I knock it into the bubbles (which, lets face it, is likely), it’s totally waterproof! Now to get it hooked up to the heating so I can hike up the temp when the husband isn’t listening. It’s not too late to stick one on your Christmas list at £149.99. #ad #JBLlink #music #bathtime #relax
- You know how much I love my baths! I have never really listened to music in the bath before due to the tinny sound of music played on my phone! But I’m about to indulge in a bath and an audio book on my new @JBLAudio_UK Link 10 wireless speaker! It’s got fab sound, handsfree voice control and if I knock it into the bubbles (which, lets face it, is likely), it’s totally waterproof! Now to get it hooked up to the heating so I can hike up the temp when the husband isn’t listening. It’s not too late to stick one on your Christmas list at £149.99. #ad #JBLlink #music #bathtime #relax
- I always wanted to be a nice girl. Polite, never offending or hurting anyone. Never taking the last biscuit or burdening anyone with my drama. I wanted to always be nice and kind and put everyone else first. Nice girls brush off compliments and deny their own needs so as not to ‘put anyone out’. Nice girls keep calm and carry on, get good grades and don’t step on any toes. They always say the right things. Nice girls are never too much for anyone. I was a nice girl for a long time. It got me kind of lost. It got me kind of tired. So I decided to stop being a nice girl. I want to be strong but emotional. I want to respect who I am as much as I do others. I want to talk about the things that matter to me even thought it might make some uncomfortable. I want be myself even if it means people seeing me messy and undone. I want to speak out my needs even if they can’t be met. I want to add volume to my voice even if it won’t always be understood. I want to fight for the things that stir my heart and make me that good sort of mad. I want to take up my space in the world even if people have to step aside. I want to give of myself to people without giving myself completely away. I want to stop apologising for not always being good and neat and tidy. And you should too. Nice girls don’t change the world. So take the last biscuit and start thinking about what you could be capable of if you stopped apologising for who you are.
- I always wanted to be a nice girl. Polite, never offending or hurting anyone. Never taking the last biscuit or burdening anyone with my drama. I wanted to always be nice and kind and put everyone else first. Nice girls brush off compliments and deny their own needs so as not to ‘put anyone out’. Nice girls keep calm and carry on, get good grades and don’t step on any toes. They always say the right things. Nice girls are never too much for anyone. I was a nice girl for a long time. It got me kind of lost. It got me kind of tired. So I decided to stop being a nice girl. I want to be strong but emotional. I want to respect who I am as much as I do others. I want to talk about the things that matter to me even thought it might make some uncomfortable. I want be myself even if it means people seeing me messy and undone. I want to speak out my needs even if they can’t be met. I want to add volume to my voice even if it won’t always be understood. I want to fight for the things that stir my heart and make me that good sort of mad. I want to take up my space in the world even if people have to step aside. I want to give of myself to people without giving myself completely away. I want to stop apologising for not always being good and neat and tidy. And you should too. Nice girls don’t change the world. So take the last biscuit and start thinking about what you could be capable of if you stopped apologising for who you are.
- I always wanted to be a nice girl. Polite, never offending or hurting anyone. Never taking the last biscuit or burdening anyone with my drama. I wanted to always be nice and kind and put everyone else first. Nice girls brush off compliments and deny their own needs so as not to ‘put anyone out’. Nice girls keep calm and carry on, get good grades and don’t step on any toes. They always say the right things. Nice girls are never too much for anyone. I was a nice girl for a long time. It got me kind of lost. It got me kind of tired. So I decided to stop being a nice girl. I want to be strong but emotional. I want to respect who I am as much as I do others. I want to talk about the things that matter to me even thought it might make some uncomfortable. I want be myself even if it means people seeing me messy and undone. I want to speak out my needs even if they can’t be met. I want to add volume to my voice even if it won’t always be understood. I want to fight for the things that stir my heart and make me that good sort of mad. I want to take up my space in the world even if people have to step aside. I want to give of myself to people without giving myself completely away. I want to stop apologising for not always being good and neat and tidy. And you should too. Nice girls don’t change the world. So take the last biscuit and start thinking about what you could be capable of if you stopped apologising for who you are.
- You know it was a good day if you didn’t hit or bite anyone - Nathanial Parizek, age 4. Here’s an OOTD. My @anthropologie jumper from last years sale. I love it. It’s got a good amount of quirk for me! Please point me in the direction of anything similar! These @marksandspencer super skinny jeans are so soft it’s almost like wearing leggings! I’ve bought another pair in black. I have my @joulesclothing tan boots with the rose gold panel (my favourite style is classic with a hint of quirk as you may tell). And I have on a @monicavinader bracelet which was a gift from the hubby, and a @navybayjewellery aqua beaded bracelet. Necklace is my personalised @mercimamangifts pendant. As for the awkward look, that’s models own. Happy Wednesday you lovely bunch. The rain has just begun to pour and I’ve spent my ‘lunch break’ (nap time) doing 201 things, none that were actually on my to-do list… Anyway, for now, it’s sofa snugs, movies and babycinos. I think the husband is going to be heading home as he’s got a virus. I’ll sympathetically throw lemsip sachets and Kleenex at him the corner of the kitchen. Stay cosy x
- You know it was a good day if you didn’t hit or bite anyone - Nathanial Parizek, age 4. Here’s an OOTD. My @anthropologie jumper from last years sale. I love it. It’s got a good amount of quirk for me! Please point me in the direction of anything similar! These @marksandspencer super skinny jeans are so soft it’s almost like wearing leggings! I’ve bought another pair in black. I have my @joulesclothing tan boots with the rose gold panel (my favourite style is classic with a hint of quirk as you may tell). And I have on a @monicavinader bracelet which was a gift from the hubby, and a @navybayjewellery aqua beaded bracelet. Necklace is my personalised @mercimamangifts pendant. As for the awkward look, that’s models own. Happy Wednesday you lovely bunch. The rain has just begun to pour and I’ve spent my ‘lunch break’ (nap time) doing 201 things, none that were actually on my to-do list… Anyway, for now, it’s sofa snugs, movies and babycinos. I think the husband is going to be heading home as he’s got a virus. I’ll sympathetically throw lemsip sachets and Kleenex at him the corner of the kitchen. Stay cosy x
- You know it was a good day if you didn’t hit or bite anyone - Nathanial Parizek, age 4. Here’s an OOTD. My @anthropologie jumper from last years sale. I love it. It’s got a good amount of quirk for me! Please point me in the direction of anything similar! These @marksandspencer super skinny jeans are so soft it’s almost like wearing leggings! I’ve bought another pair in black. I have my @joulesclothing tan boots with the rose gold panel (my favourite style is classic with a hint of quirk as you may tell). And I have on a @monicavinader bracelet which was a gift from the hubby, and a @navybayjewellery aqua beaded bracelet. Necklace is my personalised @mercimamangifts pendant. As for the awkward look, that’s models own. Happy Wednesday you lovely bunch. The rain has just begun to pour and I’ve spent my ‘lunch break’ (nap time) doing 201 things, none that were actually on my to-do list… Anyway, for now, it’s sofa snugs, movies and babycinos. I think the husband is going to be heading home as he’s got a virus. I’ll sympathetically throw lemsip sachets and Kleenex at him the corner of the kitchen. Stay cosy x
- I did something I usually wouldn’t bother to do. I had 10 minutes of kids creche time left of my 45 mins (could have been an hour but I drove ridiculously slowly in this ice!), and after a speedy workout, I stripped into my bikini and dashed to the spa. I had a mere five minutes of spa time, but I did the bracingly cold dash and sat alone in the outside pool with the steam bellowing from the surface of the bubbling hot water. I leant back and breathed ten long, deep breaths and did my best to live in the moment. I was probably in there for all of five minutes before I had to rush out to get changed. However, I sucked the life out of those minutes for all it was worth and it’s stayed with me all day. Usually I wouldn’t have bothered, but today I did and I’m glad I did. I’m crap at living in the moment as the moment is normally burdened by the list of things I need to do or should be doing. My mind is generally rushing ahead a few minutes, days, weeks, taking me away from wherever I am. It makes me absent minded and I struggle to gather my thoughts, often forgetting what I was saying or what I was doing halfway through saying or doing it! Anyway, I guess, the point is, if you’re present, really present, you can stretch out the benefits of something good. You can make a three minute hop into some warm water feel like it was twenty. You can dine out on the memory of a good day, hour or minute, for years to come. I remember someone advising me that amidst the chaos of my wedding day, take a moment to stand and stare and breathe it all in. I did it. I stood on a balcony, breathed and took a mental and emotional picture. And that was probably the most present moment of my entire wedding, and when I think of it, I’m taken back as if it was now. So, do the nice things, even if for a moment. And just be there. It’s worth it. xx Ps - I took this snap this morning because the sky was incredible. I wish I had just stood and stared instead of gazing through a screen. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
- I did something I usually wouldn’t bother to do. I had 10 minutes of kids creche time left of my 45 mins (could have been an hour but I drove ridiculously slowly in this ice!), and after a speedy workout, I stripped into my bikini and dashed to the spa. I had a mere five minutes of spa time, but I did the bracingly cold dash and sat alone in the outside pool with the steam bellowing from the surface of the bubbling hot water. I leant back and breathed ten long, deep breaths and did my best to live in the moment. I was probably in there for all of five minutes before I had to rush out to get changed. However, I sucked the life out of those minutes for all it was worth and it’s stayed with me all day. Usually I wouldn’t have bothered, but today I did and I’m glad I did. I’m crap at living in the moment as the moment is normally burdened by the list of things I need to do or should be doing. My mind is generally rushing ahead a few minutes, days, weeks, taking me away from wherever I am. It makes me absent minded and I struggle to gather my thoughts, often forgetting what I was saying or what I was doing halfway through saying or doing it! Anyway, I guess, the point is, if you’re present, really present, you can stretch out the benefits of something good. You can make a three minute hop into some warm water feel like it was twenty. You can dine out on the memory of a good day, hour or minute, for years to come. I remember someone advising me that amidst the chaos of my wedding day, take a moment to stand and stare and breathe it all in. I did it. I stood on a balcony, breathed and took a mental and emotional picture. And that was probably the most present moment of my entire wedding, and when I think of it, I’m taken back as if it was now. So, do the nice things, even if for a moment. And just be there. It’s worth it. xx Ps - I took this snap this morning because the sky was incredible. I wish I had just stood and stared instead of gazing through a screen. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
- I did something I usually wouldn’t bother to do. I had 10 minutes of kids creche time left of my 45 mins (could have been an hour but I drove ridiculously slowly in this ice!), and after a speedy workout, I stripped into my bikini and dashed to the spa. I had a mere five minutes of spa time, but I did the bracingly cold dash and sat alone in the outside pool with the steam bellowing from the surface of the bubbling hot water. I leant back and breathed ten long, deep breaths and did my best to live in the moment. I was probably in there for all of five minutes before I had to rush out to get changed. However, I sucked the life out of those minutes for all it was worth and it’s stayed with me all day. Usually I wouldn’t have bothered, but today I did and I’m glad I did. I’m crap at living in the moment as the moment is normally burdened by the list of things I need to do or should be doing. My mind is generally rushing ahead a few minutes, days, weeks, taking me away from wherever I am. It makes me absent minded and I struggle to gather my thoughts, often forgetting what I was saying or what I was doing halfway through saying or doing it! Anyway, I guess, the point is, if you’re present, really present, you can stretch out the benefits of something good. You can make a three minute hop into some warm water feel like it was twenty. You can dine out on the memory of a good day, hour or minute, for years to come. I remember someone advising me that amidst the chaos of my wedding day, take a moment to stand and stare and breathe it all in. I did it. I stood on a balcony, breathed and took a mental and emotional picture. And that was probably the most present moment of my entire wedding, and when I think of it, I’m taken back as if it was now. So, do the nice things, even if for a moment. And just be there. It’s worth it. xx Ps - I took this snap this morning because the sky was incredible. I wish I had just stood and stared instead of gazing through a screen. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
- Calm Christmas reflection! This caught my eye this morning. Everyone seems to be coming down with colds today. I’m having an insta wobble! I guess I feel like I’m only good for mental health insights and story giggles, but I’d love to know if theres more of anything else you’d like to see..home, food, lifestyle, my favourite things, fashion (or in my case, Sainsbury’s a la 2015). I’m hoping to blog more next year when I’ve got some childcare, but for now, these insta squares is where I’m at! I’d also love to do some meet ups in 2018 where I’d give a short mental health talk, a mental health q&a session, and then we’d catch up over a cocktail and I could meet some of your real live faces. But for now, I’d love to know more of what you’d like, besides the mental health insights x Thank you so so much for your support and encouragement. You really are an extraordinary bunch x
- Calm Christmas reflection! This caught my eye this morning. Everyone seems to be coming down with colds today. I’m having an insta wobble! I guess I feel like I’m only good for mental health insights and story giggles, but I’d love to know if theres more of anything else you’d like to see..home, food, lifestyle, my favourite things, fashion (or in my case, Sainsbury’s a la 2015). I’m hoping to blog more next year when I’ve got some childcare, but for now, these insta squares is where I’m at! I’d also love to do some meet ups in 2018 where I’d give a short mental health talk, a mental health q&a session, and then we’d catch up over a cocktail and I could meet some of your real live faces. But for now, I’d love to know more of what you’d like, besides the mental health insights x Thank you so so much for your support and encouragement. You really are an extraordinary bunch x
- Calm Christmas reflection! This caught my eye this morning. Everyone seems to be coming down with colds today. I’m having an insta wobble! I guess I feel like I’m only good for mental health insights and story giggles, but I’d love to know if theres more of anything else you’d like to see..home, food, lifestyle, my favourite things, fashion (or in my case, Sainsbury’s a la 2015). I’m hoping to blog more next year when I’ve got some childcare, but for now, these insta squares is where I’m at! I’d also love to do some meet ups in 2018 where I’d give a short mental health talk, a mental health q&a session, and then we’d catch up over a cocktail and I could meet some of your real live faces. But for now, I’d love to know more of what you’d like, besides the mental health insights x Thank you so so much for your support and encouragement. You really are an extraordinary bunch x
- I’m all worded out for the mo (rare I know) So here’s a photo of my christmassed up hallway. If you think those funny glass tree things hang about in the daytime in reach of rampaging toddlers…you’ve been conned. I put them there for the photo, and now they’ve returned to their safe space. Also, I’ve never lit the candles in here. Ever. So count yourself lucky, not even our guests get lit candles. Basically, this photo makes the hallway look more christmassy than it ever will do, even on Christmas day. When we will be trashing someone else house with torn paper confetti and liberally sprinkling their floor with half eaten sprouts. Bliss. Wow. That got oversharey...why can’t I ever just take a photo and leave it at that 😂 There is carnage in Waterloo and my husband managed to get on the last train home (by ‘get on’ I mean levered himself in using some kind of structural pole whilst pissing a few people off. I think he was the sardine that tipped the other grumpy sardines over the edge) But hey, he’s home and he’s bathing the kids so I’m a happy lady! (I still feel far go young in my mind, to be called a ‘lady’. Anyone else?)
- I’m all worded out for the mo (rare I know) So here’s a photo of my christmassed up hallway. If you think those funny glass tree things hang about in the daytime in reach of rampaging toddlers…you’ve been conned. I put them there for the photo, and now they’ve returned to their safe space. Also, I’ve never lit the candles in here. Ever. So count yourself lucky, not even our guests get lit candles. Basically, this photo makes the hallway look more christmassy than it ever will do, even on Christmas day. When we will be trashing someone else house with torn paper confetti and liberally sprinkling their floor with half eaten sprouts. Bliss. Wow. That got oversharey...why can’t I ever just take a photo and leave it at that 😂 There is carnage in Waterloo and my husband managed to get on the last train home (by ‘get on’ I mean levered himself in using some kind of structural pole whilst pissing a few people off. I think he was the sardine that tipped the other grumpy sardines over the edge) But hey, he’s home and he’s bathing the kids so I’m a happy lady! (I still feel far go young in my mind, to be called a ‘lady’. Anyone else?)
- I’m all worded out for the mo (rare I know) So here’s a photo of my christmassed up hallway. If you think those funny glass tree things hang about in the daytime in reach of rampaging toddlers…you’ve been conned. I put them there for the photo, and now they’ve returned to their safe space. Also, I’ve never lit the candles in here. Ever. So count yourself lucky, not even our guests get lit candles. Basically, this photo makes the hallway look more christmassy than it ever will do, even on Christmas day. When we will be trashing someone else house with torn paper confetti and liberally sprinkling their floor with half eaten sprouts. Bliss. Wow. That got oversharey...why can’t I ever just take a photo and leave it at that 😂 There is carnage in Waterloo and my husband managed to get on the last train home (by ‘get on’ I mean levered himself in using some kind of structural pole whilst pissing a few people off. I think he was the sardine that tipped the other grumpy sardines over the edge) But hey, he’s home and he’s bathing the kids so I’m a happy lady! (I still feel far go young in my mind, to be called a ‘lady’. Anyone else?)
- What do you need? I think often as Mums, we quickly become desensitised to our own needs. Meeting our own emotional and physical needs can become deprioritised to an extent that we lose touch with what they feel like. What do I need? I need a glass of wine to relax my body a box set to distract from my stress. Is that a real need? No, there’s a deeper need that I’ve tried to fulfil with a glass of spicy merlot and a trashy program. The need is space and calm which is a lot harder to find than the uncorked bottle of wine sitting beside the hob. So, meeting your own needs properly isn’t easy, which is why we’ve simplified it by reaching for a glass of wine or a box set. Take a moment to think about what you actually need, not want, need..and how you might be able to get that met a little bit this week, even if it’s in the smallest way. I think I need space. I’m going to try to use the creche and get some space for a yoga class. There will always be busyness, there will always be ten thousand things fighting for your attention, but, you’re not a machine, so you must start listening to the tiny orange lights blinking silently in the corner, warning you that something is needed. Otherwise, really, a wheel will pop off or something. You need to reprioritise yourself. So do I x
- What do you need? I think often as Mums, we quickly become desensitised to our own needs. Meeting our own emotional and physical needs can become deprioritised to an extent that we lose touch with what they feel like. What do I need? I need a glass of wine to relax my body a box set to distract from my stress. Is that a real need? No, there’s a deeper need that I’ve tried to fulfil with a glass of spicy merlot and a trashy program. The need is space and calm which is a lot harder to find than the uncorked bottle of wine sitting beside the hob. So, meeting your own needs properly isn’t easy, which is why we’ve simplified it by reaching for a glass of wine or a box set. Take a moment to think about what you actually need, not want, need..and how you might be able to get that met a little bit this week, even if it’s in the smallest way. I think I need space. I’m going to try to use the creche and get some space for a yoga class. There will always be busyness, there will always be ten thousand things fighting for your attention, but, you’re not a machine, so you must start listening to the tiny orange lights blinking silently in the corner, warning you that something is needed. Otherwise, really, a wheel will pop off or something. You need to reprioritise yourself. So do I x
- What do you need? I think often as Mums, we quickly become desensitised to our own needs. Meeting our own emotional and physical needs can become deprioritised to an extent that we lose touch with what they feel like. What do I need? I need a glass of wine to relax my body a box set to distract from my stress. Is that a real need? No, there’s a deeper need that I’ve tried to fulfil with a glass of spicy merlot and a trashy program. The need is space and calm which is a lot harder to find than the uncorked bottle of wine sitting beside the hob. So, meeting your own needs properly isn’t easy, which is why we’ve simplified it by reaching for a glass of wine or a box set. Take a moment to think about what you actually need, not want, need..and how you might be able to get that met a little bit this week, even if it’s in the smallest way. I think I need space. I’m going to try to use the creche and get some space for a yoga class. There will always be busyness, there will always be ten thousand things fighting for your attention, but, you’re not a machine, so you must start listening to the tiny orange lights blinking silently in the corner, warning you that something is needed. Otherwise, really, a wheel will pop off or something. You need to reprioritise yourself. So do I x
- I’m finding it a little squirmy sitting next to my Husband and scrolling through photos of half naked men. Just browsing the Men’s fashion sites for my Bro’s gift and then I’m done with the Christmas shopping. PHEW. I’ve approached the Christmas shopping like an Olympic sprinter who ate a roast dinner before he hit the blocks. This time yesterday, I’d only bought a single secret Santa gift, purely because I had to give it to my friend at brunch. T is taking the kids out for a swim whilst I get stuck into work and writing. Oh gosh. If I’m honest, I’m kind of glad they are out having fun. I’m finding it quite draining surpressing my ‘I’m freakin hormonal and had 4 hours sleep, and you didn’t put the bloody blinds up properly’ (see stories). Ie. you know the mood when every single thing is an irritant and it’s safer for everyone else if you’re at a small (large) distance. Yeah, that. Anyhow, happy Sunday you absolutely lovely bunch of Instagrammers. I hope you’ve got an evening of sofa and tummy warming food lined up
- I’m finding it a little squirmy sitting next to my Husband and scrolling through photos of half naked men. Just browsing the Men’s fashion sites for my Bro’s gift and then I’m done with the Christmas shopping. PHEW. I’ve approached the Christmas shopping like an Olympic sprinter who ate a roast dinner before he hit the blocks. This time yesterday, I’d only bought a single secret Santa gift, purely because I had to give it to my friend at brunch. T is taking the kids out for a swim whilst I get stuck into work and writing. Oh gosh. If I’m honest, I’m kind of glad they are out having fun. I’m finding it quite draining surpressing my ‘I’m freakin hormonal and had 4 hours sleep, and you didn’t put the bloody blinds up properly’ (see stories). Ie. you know the mood when every single thing is an irritant and it’s safer for everyone else if you’re at a small (large) distance. Yeah, that. Anyhow, happy Sunday you absolutely lovely bunch of Instagrammers. I hope you’ve got an evening of sofa and tummy warming food lined up
- I’m finding it a little squirmy sitting next to my Husband and scrolling through photos of half naked men. Just browsing the Men’s fashion sites for my Bro’s gift and then I’m done with the Christmas shopping. PHEW. I’ve approached the Christmas shopping like an Olympic sprinter who ate a roast dinner before he hit the blocks. This time yesterday, I’d only bought a single secret Santa gift, purely because I had to give it to my friend at brunch. T is taking the kids out for a swim whilst I get stuck into work and writing. Oh gosh. If I’m honest, I’m kind of glad they are out having fun. I’m finding it quite draining surpressing my ‘I’m freakin hormonal and had 4 hours sleep, and you didn’t put the bloody blinds up properly’ (see stories). Ie. you know the mood when every single thing is an irritant and it’s safer for everyone else if you’re at a small (large) distance. Yeah, that. Anyhow, happy Sunday you absolutely lovely bunch of Instagrammers. I hope you’ve got an evening of sofa and tummy warming food lined up
- Needing help is a weakness. Asking for it is shameful. That’s our cultural lesson. Self sufficiency is king. If we can’t fix ourselves, we’ve failed. If we ‘need’ from another, we’ve lost something of ourselves. This is my constant battle. My raging self-sufficiency is both a blessing and a curse. It can make one driven and resourceful, but the pressure on yourself is layered so thick that it can be hard for others to see you struggle, knowing that any offer of support will be rebuffed with a sharp defensive ‘I’m okay thanks’. It’s as if an offer of help is a statement of failure, or evokes a fear that someone has seen a chink in the armour. And then I look at my kids. So quick to ask for help, and accepting it without hesitation. The simple, childlike acknowledgement that we aren’t made to thrive or survive alone. My three year old doesn’t falter behind layers of shame and fear of failure. What broke? Why did it become so complicated? Why did we become so individualistic? It’s not just sad, it’s not just missing the point of relationship itself…it’s destructive. We are NOT MADE to do life alone. Vulnerability does NOT equal failure. Fighting against these truths leads to burnout and a loneliness in feelings because nobody else has been involved in your processes. I challenge clients (and myself) to start to say yes to the offer of help and support that comes their way, whether it be help with a buggy in a tight doorway, some luggage up some stairs, or childcare. No matter how big or how small, how much you feel you do or don’t need it, exercise grateful acceptance. In many countries, people are part of close-knit, enmeshed communities where energies and resources are shared, and the line between friends and families are blurred. Help and support are seen as forms of love to be given and accepted, and not statements of failure and shame. You’re worth someone’s energy, someone’s time. You’re worth help and support. That is what community, friendship, relationship and love is about. #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #postnataldepression #wisdom #therapy #wisdomoftheday #mumlife #momblogger #motherhood #mumstyle #mumofboys #instamum #mothering #instamum
- Needing help is a weakness. Asking for it is shameful. That’s our cultural lesson. Self sufficiency is king. If we can’t fix ourselves, we’ve failed. If we ‘need’ from another, we’ve lost something of ourselves. This is my constant battle. My raging self-sufficiency is both a blessing and a curse. It can make one driven and resourceful, but the pressure on yourself is layered so thick that it can be hard for others to see you struggle, knowing that any offer of support will be rebuffed with a sharp defensive ‘I’m okay thanks’. It’s as if an offer of help is a statement of failure, or evokes a fear that someone has seen a chink in the armour. And then I look at my kids. So quick to ask for help, and accepting it without hesitation. The simple, childlike acknowledgement that we aren’t made to thrive or survive alone. My three year old doesn’t falter behind layers of shame and fear of failure. What broke? Why did it become so complicated? Why did we become so individualistic? It’s not just sad, it’s not just missing the point of relationship itself…it’s destructive. We are NOT MADE to do life alone. Vulnerability does NOT equal failure. Fighting against these truths leads to burnout and a loneliness in feelings because nobody else has been involved in your processes. I challenge clients (and myself) to start to say yes to the offer of help and support that comes their way, whether it be help with a buggy in a tight doorway, some luggage up some stairs, or childcare. No matter how big or how small, how much you feel you do or don’t need it, exercise grateful acceptance. In many countries, people are part of close-knit, enmeshed communities where energies and resources are shared, and the line between friends and families are blurred. Help and support are seen as forms of love to be given and accepted, and not statements of failure and shame. You’re worth someone’s energy, someone’s time. You’re worth help and support. That is what community, friendship, relationship and love is about. #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #postnataldepression #wisdom #therapy #wisdomoftheday #mumlife #momblogger #motherhood #mumstyle #mumofboys #instamum #mothering #instamum
- Needing help is a weakness. Asking for it is shameful. That’s our cultural lesson. Self sufficiency is king. If we can’t fix ourselves, we’ve failed. If we ‘need’ from another, we’ve lost something of ourselves. This is my constant battle. My raging self-sufficiency is both a blessing and a curse. It can make one driven and resourceful, but the pressure on yourself is layered so thick that it can be hard for others to see you struggle, knowing that any offer of support will be rebuffed with a sharp defensive ‘I’m okay thanks’. It’s as if an offer of help is a statement of failure, or evokes a fear that someone has seen a chink in the armour. And then I look at my kids. So quick to ask for help, and accepting it without hesitation. The simple, childlike acknowledgement that we aren’t made to thrive or survive alone. My three year old doesn’t falter behind layers of shame and fear of failure. What broke? Why did it become so complicated? Why did we become so individualistic? It’s not just sad, it’s not just missing the point of relationship itself…it’s destructive. We are NOT MADE to do life alone. Vulnerability does NOT equal failure. Fighting against these truths leads to burnout and a loneliness in feelings because nobody else has been involved in your processes. I challenge clients (and myself) to start to say yes to the offer of help and support that comes their way, whether it be help with a buggy in a tight doorway, some luggage up some stairs, or childcare. No matter how big or how small, how much you feel you do or don’t need it, exercise grateful acceptance. In many countries, people are part of close-knit, enmeshed communities where energies and resources are shared, and the line between friends and families are blurred. Help and support are seen as forms of love to be given and accepted, and not statements of failure and shame. You’re worth someone’s energy, someone’s time. You’re worth help and support. That is what community, friendship, relationship and love is about. #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #postnataldepression #wisdom #therapy #wisdomoftheday #mumlife #momblogger #motherhood #mumstyle #mumofboys #instamum #mothering #instamum
- I’m heading to party with Carol and Clive over the road. Well, we’re tag-teaming it. My husband has taken the first shift to warm the crowd and open the wine. I hope he’s not long, otherwise I’ll have made a significant dent in the sofa and I’ll be going nowhere. Funny thing is, I’ve got a facial version of a triple-decker BLT of makeup, gym sweat, fake tan, more makeup, bath sweat, more makeup..lipstick. The even funnier thing to me, is that today I don’t even care. I used to feel like I needed to be ‘put together’ before I faced the world. Partly a defence against my internal chaos, a keep out sign. Now, sometimes I leave the house bare faced, and sometimes with bright red lips, yoga wear and mud-caked wellies. I wear makeup because I love it, because it’s normal to me, because quite frankly, I look like a healthier, energised version of myself. And on the rare days I don’t fancy it, I no longer freak that people will be repelled by my under eye circles or think that I’ve not ‘got it together’ (And if they do? hey ho) I rarely do have it together. When I look like I do, ask me. I’ll tell you the truth. We all have our defences, and things that we do to make ourselves feel a little better (lipstick). Sometimes these are the same things we do when we feel fab (lipstick)! But the thing is, try not to believe all that people want you to see. Suck up the assumptions, still ask the questions, still give the hugs, still spend the time chatting. I remember one of my jobs in advertising where I literally felt like I was sinking. On opening up to a colleague/friend, she said ‘the thing is Anna, you always look like you’re fine’. Let’s stop assuming that the outward appearance gives a direct insight into how someone’s feeling. They might be depressed with lipstick, they might be on top of the world with a fresh face and tired eyes. Let’s still ask the questions, still give, the hugs, still spend the time chatting. We’re all just a bunch of people trying to make sense of the world and fend off the curve balls. Good days or bad days, we all have stories to tell xx 💋
- I’m heading to party with Carol and Clive over the road. Well, we’re tag-teaming it. My husband has taken the first shift to warm the crowd and open the wine. I hope he’s not long, otherwise I’ll have made a significant dent in the sofa and I’ll be going nowhere. Funny thing is, I’ve got a facial version of a triple-decker BLT of makeup, gym sweat, fake tan, more makeup, bath sweat, more makeup..lipstick. The even funnier thing to me, is that today I don’t even care. I used to feel like I needed to be ‘put together’ before I faced the world. Partly a defence against my internal chaos, a keep out sign. Now, sometimes I leave the house bare faced, and sometimes with bright red lips, yoga wear and mud-caked wellies. I wear makeup because I love it, because it’s normal to me, because quite frankly, I look like a healthier, energised version of myself. And on the rare days I don’t fancy it, I no longer freak that people will be repelled by my under eye circles or think that I’ve not ‘got it together’ (And if they do? hey ho) I rarely do have it together. When I look like I do, ask me. I’ll tell you the truth. We all have our defences, and things that we do to make ourselves feel a little better (lipstick). Sometimes these are the same things we do when we feel fab (lipstick)! But the thing is, try not to believe all that people want you to see. Suck up the assumptions, still ask the questions, still give the hugs, still spend the time chatting. I remember one of my jobs in advertising where I literally felt like I was sinking. On opening up to a colleague/friend, she said ‘the thing is Anna, you always look like you’re fine’. Let’s stop assuming that the outward appearance gives a direct insight into how someone’s feeling. They might be depressed with lipstick, they might be on top of the world with a fresh face and tired eyes. Let’s still ask the questions, still give, the hugs, still spend the time chatting. We’re all just a bunch of people trying to make sense of the world and fend off the curve balls. Good days or bad days, we all have stories to tell xx 💋
- I’m heading to party with Carol and Clive over the road. Well, we’re tag-teaming it. My husband has taken the first shift to warm the crowd and open the wine. I hope he’s not long, otherwise I’ll have made a significant dent in the sofa and I’ll be going nowhere. Funny thing is, I’ve got a facial version of a triple-decker BLT of makeup, gym sweat, fake tan, more makeup, bath sweat, more makeup..lipstick. The even funnier thing to me, is that today I don’t even care. I used to feel like I needed to be ‘put together’ before I faced the world. Partly a defence against my internal chaos, a keep out sign. Now, sometimes I leave the house bare faced, and sometimes with bright red lips, yoga wear and mud-caked wellies. I wear makeup because I love it, because it’s normal to me, because quite frankly, I look like a healthier, energised version of myself. And on the rare days I don’t fancy it, I no longer freak that people will be repelled by my under eye circles or think that I’ve not ‘got it together’ (And if they do? hey ho) I rarely do have it together. When I look like I do, ask me. I’ll tell you the truth. We all have our defences, and things that we do to make ourselves feel a little better (lipstick). Sometimes these are the same things we do when we feel fab (lipstick)! But the thing is, try not to believe all that people want you to see. Suck up the assumptions, still ask the questions, still give the hugs, still spend the time chatting. I remember one of my jobs in advertising where I literally felt like I was sinking. On opening up to a colleague/friend, she said ‘the thing is Anna, you always look like you’re fine’. Let’s stop assuming that the outward appearance gives a direct insight into how someone’s feeling. They might be depressed with lipstick, they might be on top of the world with a fresh face and tired eyes. Let’s still ask the questions, still give, the hugs, still spend the time chatting. We’re all just a bunch of people trying to make sense of the world and fend off the curve balls. Good days or bad days, we all have stories to tell xx 💋
- ‘The conflict between doing it all, and self care of me is strong’ - @mutha.hood This is a conflict I have always struggled with. I’m all or nothing. It’s both a blessing and a curse. I have an entrepreneurial spirit, an altruistic one and a stubborn one. This drive gets me to good places. BUT It gets me wrung out, sick and down. Mostly because I don’t know when or where or how to JUST. SLOW. DOWN. And even if I do know how to, I tend to choose not to until something forces me to grind to a messy halt. Anyone else? I am now a potent mix of knackered and hormonal. Sleep is is challenged by a brain that struggles to turn off. Emotions are rife and available. But I’m exhilarated and exited. It’s hard to find a balance between drive and self-care when you’re motivated by what you’re doing, and there’s not enough time or space in the day to balance work and kids and basic bodily needs! Of course, self-care gets thrown out of the window because we don’t place as much value or worth on it as ‘getting stuff done’. It feels pointless. It can turn into just another thing we’re meant to do. You are not a machine. Balance is a tricky one to find as a mother. Something has to go. Something has to slow. But self-care should NOT be one of them. If we treat ourselves like machines, we will break. Something will fall off! We need to prioritise self-care. It’s not selfish, it’s vital to be investing back into yourself. The higher the pressure - the more investment you need. Self-care doesn’t need to be the eye-roll inducing ‘go for a manicure’. (although, hell yes please!) Self-care can be little, tiny intentional things that add up, such as taking some down time, remembering to breathe, showering, clearing the chaos for a ten minute yoga video in your lounge. Maybe five minutes using the Headspace app, or a full-blown afternoon out. Do it for the sake of your family and your work. For the sake of your health and your sanity. For the sake of you. Otherwise, really, something might fall off. #selfcare #psychology #mumlife #instamum #momblogger #motherhood #mummy #mumblogger #mom #motheringlikeaboss #mumlife
- ‘The conflict between doing it all, and self care of me is strong’ - @mutha.hood This is a conflict I have always struggled with. I’m all or nothing. It’s both a blessing and a curse. I have an entrepreneurial spirit, an altruistic one and a stubborn one. This drive gets me to good places. BUT It gets me wrung out, sick and down. Mostly because I don’t know when or where or how to JUST. SLOW. DOWN. And even if I do know how to, I tend to choose not to until something forces me to grind to a messy halt. Anyone else? I am now a potent mix of knackered and hormonal. Sleep is is challenged by a brain that struggles to turn off. Emotions are rife and available. But I’m exhilarated and exited. It’s hard to find a balance between drive and self-care when you’re motivated by what you’re doing, and there’s not enough time or space in the day to balance work and kids and basic bodily needs! Of course, self-care gets thrown out of the window because we don’t place as much value or worth on it as ‘getting stuff done’. It feels pointless. It can turn into just another thing we’re meant to do. You are not a machine. Balance is a tricky one to find as a mother. Something has to go. Something has to slow. But self-care should NOT be one of them. If we treat ourselves like machines, we will break. Something will fall off! We need to prioritise self-care. It’s not selfish, it’s vital to be investing back into yourself. The higher the pressure - the more investment you need. Self-care doesn’t need to be the eye-roll inducing ‘go for a manicure’. (although, hell yes please!) Self-care can be little, tiny intentional things that add up, such as taking some down time, remembering to breathe, showering, clearing the chaos for a ten minute yoga video in your lounge. Maybe five minutes using the Headspace app, or a full-blown afternoon out. Do it for the sake of your family and your work. For the sake of your health and your sanity. For the sake of you. Otherwise, really, something might fall off. #selfcare #psychology #mumlife #instamum #momblogger #motherhood #mummy #mumblogger #mom #motheringlikeaboss #mumlife
- ‘The conflict between doing it all, and self care of me is strong’ - @mutha.hood This is a conflict I have always struggled with. I’m all or nothing. It’s both a blessing and a curse. I have an entrepreneurial spirit, an altruistic one and a stubborn one. This drive gets me to good places. BUT It gets me wrung out, sick and down. Mostly because I don’t know when or where or how to JUST. SLOW. DOWN. And even if I do know how to, I tend to choose not to until something forces me to grind to a messy halt. Anyone else? I am now a potent mix of knackered and hormonal. Sleep is is challenged by a brain that struggles to turn off. Emotions are rife and available. But I’m exhilarated and exited. It’s hard to find a balance between drive and self-care when you’re motivated by what you’re doing, and there’s not enough time or space in the day to balance work and kids and basic bodily needs! Of course, self-care gets thrown out of the window because we don’t place as much value or worth on it as ‘getting stuff done’. It feels pointless. It can turn into just another thing we’re meant to do. You are not a machine. Balance is a tricky one to find as a mother. Something has to go. Something has to slow. But self-care should NOT be one of them. If we treat ourselves like machines, we will break. Something will fall off! We need to prioritise self-care. It’s not selfish, it’s vital to be investing back into yourself. The higher the pressure - the more investment you need. Self-care doesn’t need to be the eye-roll inducing ‘go for a manicure’. (although, hell yes please!) Self-care can be little, tiny intentional things that add up, such as taking some down time, remembering to breathe, showering, clearing the chaos for a ten minute yoga video in your lounge. Maybe five minutes using the Headspace app, or a full-blown afternoon out. Do it for the sake of your family and your work. For the sake of your health and your sanity. For the sake of you. Otherwise, really, something might fall off. #selfcare #psychology #mumlife #instamum #momblogger #motherhood #mummy #mumblogger #mom #motheringlikeaboss #mumlife
- So the other day I fantasised a LOT about Miss Trunchbull from Matilda. Her monobrowed, frowning face staring down at me, with her larger and stronger than average hands kneading aggressively at my shoulders. I just thought she’d be good ya know? (anyway, I bought this from Amazon for £19.99 instead as she was otherwise engaged. Selfish. I’m calling it my ‘balls of joy’). In many ways our bodies are stuck in caveman times when the majority of threats were physical. The body would tense up in times of stress to protect itself from injury and pain. These days, little of the stress is physical. It’s less about bears attacking our cave, and more about emotional stress. But the physical reaction is the same - we get flooded with cortisol and adrenaline (stress hormones designed to enable us to do a runner), and we tense our muscles. So yeah, moral of the story is, listen to your body and spend more time showing it that you don’t need to be fending off bears. Speak kindly to your emotional stress and listen to that too. Breathe, stretch, massage those shoulders (or get someone, or something to do it for you), slip into a hot bath, and erm, did I mention breathe? Oh and if you get regular tension headaches like me, as well as the above tips, it might be worth a little tip toe to the old eye people. My glasses were……when I actually wore them anyway, basically useless. So you’ll be seeing me wear them a lot more now! *Taps self on wrist*
- So the other day I fantasised a LOT about Miss Trunchbull from Matilda. Her monobrowed, frowning face staring down at me, with her larger and stronger than average hands kneading aggressively at my shoulders. I just thought she’d be good ya know? (anyway, I bought this from Amazon for £19.99 instead as she was otherwise engaged. Selfish. I’m calling it my ‘balls of joy’). In many ways our bodies are stuck in caveman times when the majority of threats were physical. The body would tense up in times of stress to protect itself from injury and pain. These days, little of the stress is physical. It’s less about bears attacking our cave, and more about emotional stress. But the physical reaction is the same - we get flooded with cortisol and adrenaline (stress hormones designed to enable us to do a runner), and we tense our muscles. So yeah, moral of the story is, listen to your body and spend more time showing it that you don’t need to be fending off bears. Speak kindly to your emotional stress and listen to that too. Breathe, stretch, massage those shoulders (or get someone, or something to do it for you), slip into a hot bath, and erm, did I mention breathe? Oh and if you get regular tension headaches like me, as well as the above tips, it might be worth a little tip toe to the old eye people. My glasses were……when I actually wore them anyway, basically useless. So you’ll be seeing me wear them a lot more now! *Taps self on wrist*
- So the other day I fantasised a LOT about Miss Trunchbull from Matilda. Her monobrowed, frowning face staring down at me, with her larger and stronger than average hands kneading aggressively at my shoulders. I just thought she’d be good ya know? (anyway, I bought this from Amazon for £19.99 instead as she was otherwise engaged. Selfish. I’m calling it my ‘balls of joy’). In many ways our bodies are stuck in caveman times when the majority of threats were physical. The body would tense up in times of stress to protect itself from injury and pain. These days, little of the stress is physical. It’s less about bears attacking our cave, and more about emotional stress. But the physical reaction is the same - we get flooded with cortisol and adrenaline (stress hormones designed to enable us to do a runner), and we tense our muscles. So yeah, moral of the story is, listen to your body and spend more time showing it that you don’t need to be fending off bears. Speak kindly to your emotional stress and listen to that too. Breathe, stretch, massage those shoulders (or get someone, or something to do it for you), slip into a hot bath, and erm, did I mention breathe? Oh and if you get regular tension headaches like me, as well as the above tips, it might be worth a little tip toe to the old eye people. My glasses were……when I actually wore them anyway, basically useless. So you’ll be seeing me wear them a lot more now! *Taps self on wrist*
- Vital vulnerability. The thing is, we assume that being open about our messy bits will drive us apart, but if anything, it can bring us together. I was brutally open about one of the darkest times of my life in a blog for the wonderful @clemmie_telford Her aim (and her accomplishment) is to bring people together, to get the resounding ‘no way, me too!’. It’s so powerful to realise that you’re not too much for other people, that your ‘stuff’ isn’t too messy to bear. That perhaps, if others accept you in knowledge of it, then maybe, oh maybe, you can accept yourself too. COME ON MAMAS. COME ON GIRLS. Let’s continue this amazing revolution which is being REAL WITH OUR SHIT. Let’s break down the ‘I’m the only one who feels this way’. Let’s take the power out of the ‘yeah, but if only you knew’. Let’s value authenticity because it wages a powerful war against destructive comparison. What you see is NEVER the whole picture. If every single thing I see is shiny, I click unfollow, I put down the glossy mag, because I can, and because my default is to believe that everyone else is doing better, so why fuel the fire? We have to be proactive as this is a countercultural, counterintuitive fight. But I tell you, in all my years of working with people, vulnerability is the key ingredient in good mental health. Vulnerability is a risk, it’s emotional exposure, it can be abused there’s no doubt about it. BUT the more of us who choose to be open, the more of us who speak out in support, the safer the space we provide to empower others to be open too. YES!!!!!! PS - if you’ve got this far, and read @clemmie_telford blog…this is me enjoying Charlie a year later. I still want to eat him.
- Vital vulnerability. The thing is, we assume that being open about our messy bits will drive us apart, but if anything, it can bring us together. I was brutally open about one of the darkest times of my life in a blog for the wonderful @clemmie_telford Her aim (and her accomplishment) is to bring people together, to get the resounding ‘no way, me too!’. It’s so powerful to realise that you’re not too much for other people, that your ‘stuff’ isn’t too messy to bear. That perhaps, if others accept you in knowledge of it, then maybe, oh maybe, you can accept yourself too. COME ON MAMAS. COME ON GIRLS. Let’s continue this amazing revolution which is being REAL WITH OUR SHIT. Let’s break down the ‘I’m the only one who feels this way’. Let’s take the power out of the ‘yeah, but if only you knew’. Let’s value authenticity because it wages a powerful war against destructive comparison. What you see is NEVER the whole picture. If every single thing I see is shiny, I click unfollow, I put down the glossy mag, because I can, and because my default is to believe that everyone else is doing better, so why fuel the fire? We have to be proactive as this is a countercultural, counterintuitive fight. But I tell you, in all my years of working with people, vulnerability is the key ingredient in good mental health. Vulnerability is a risk, it’s emotional exposure, it can be abused there’s no doubt about it. BUT the more of us who choose to be open, the more of us who speak out in support, the safer the space we provide to empower others to be open too. YES!!!!!! PS - if you’ve got this far, and read @clemmie_telford blog…this is me enjoying Charlie a year later. I still want to eat him.
- Vital vulnerability. The thing is, we assume that being open about our messy bits will drive us apart, but if anything, it can bring us together. I was brutally open about one of the darkest times of my life in a blog for the wonderful @clemmie_telford Her aim (and her accomplishment) is to bring people together, to get the resounding ‘no way, me too!’. It’s so powerful to realise that you’re not too much for other people, that your ‘stuff’ isn’t too messy to bear. That perhaps, if others accept you in knowledge of it, then maybe, oh maybe, you can accept yourself too. COME ON MAMAS. COME ON GIRLS. Let’s continue this amazing revolution which is being REAL WITH OUR SHIT. Let’s break down the ‘I’m the only one who feels this way’. Let’s take the power out of the ‘yeah, but if only you knew’. Let’s value authenticity because it wages a powerful war against destructive comparison. What you see is NEVER the whole picture. If every single thing I see is shiny, I click unfollow, I put down the glossy mag, because I can, and because my default is to believe that everyone else is doing better, so why fuel the fire? We have to be proactive as this is a countercultural, counterintuitive fight. But I tell you, in all my years of working with people, vulnerability is the key ingredient in good mental health. Vulnerability is a risk, it’s emotional exposure, it can be abused there’s no doubt about it. BUT the more of us who choose to be open, the more of us who speak out in support, the safer the space we provide to empower others to be open too. YES!!!!!! PS - if you’ve got this far, and read @clemmie_telford blog…this is me enjoying Charlie a year later. I still want to eat him.
- Sainsbury’s Christmas aisle threw up on my porch. I’m proud that I besparkled my own balls and managed to get the wreath up without nailing the door. This was £13 I think. Ps. Thank you for your kind words on @clemmie_telford page about my blog post. I’ll write a little something tonight #christmas #wreath #door #myhousethismonth #myhome @sainsburys @sainsburyshome #mumlife #mumstyle #mumblogger #mummyblogger #momlife #momblogger #motherhood #parenting #instamom #instamum
- Sainsbury’s Christmas aisle threw up on my porch. I’m proud that I besparkled my own balls and managed to get the wreath up without nailing the door. This was £13 I think. Ps. Thank you for your kind words on @clemmie_telford page about my blog post. I’ll write a little something tonight #christmas #wreath #door #myhousethismonth #myhome @sainsburys @sainsburyshome #mumlife #mumstyle #mumblogger #mummyblogger #momlife #momblogger #motherhood #parenting #instamom #instamum
- Sainsbury’s Christmas aisle threw up on my porch. I’m proud that I besparkled my own balls and managed to get the wreath up without nailing the door. This was £13 I think. Ps. Thank you for your kind words on @clemmie_telford page about my blog post. I’ll write a little something tonight #christmas #wreath #door #myhousethismonth #myhome @sainsburys @sainsburyshome #mumlife #mumstyle #mumblogger #mummyblogger #momlife #momblogger #motherhood #parenting #instamom #instamum
- I’ve got a thing for tiles, and pom poms, and coats that feel like duvets. I also have a cracking headache. I’ve taken all of the drugs and have covered myself in peppermint oil (good for headaches, but BRRRRR it’s cold). I’ve got half an hour before the kids get up so I’m hoping I’m suitably refreshed. Not fancying my chances. EEkk. Thank you for your lovely responses to my post lastnight. I found it emotional not only seeing how many of you relate to that rubbish feeling at Christmas, but how you were so quick to encourage one another. This community is quite something xx #tiles #mumstyle #mumlife #mumblogger #mummyblogger #motherhood #mom #momblogger #instamom #instamum #festive #style
- I’ve got a thing for tiles, and pom poms, and coats that feel like duvets. I also have a cracking headache. I’ve taken all of the drugs and have covered myself in peppermint oil (good for headaches, but BRRRRR it’s cold). I’ve got half an hour before the kids get up so I’m hoping I’m suitably refreshed. Not fancying my chances. EEkk. Thank you for your lovely responses to my post lastnight. I found it emotional not only seeing how many of you relate to that rubbish feeling at Christmas, but how you were so quick to encourage one another. This community is quite something xx #tiles #mumstyle #mumlife #mumblogger #mummyblogger #motherhood #mom #momblogger #instamom #instamum #festive #style
- I’ve got a thing for tiles, and pom poms, and coats that feel like duvets. I also have a cracking headache. I’ve taken all of the drugs and have covered myself in peppermint oil (good for headaches, but BRRRRR it’s cold). I’ve got half an hour before the kids get up so I’m hoping I’m suitably refreshed. Not fancying my chances. EEkk. Thank you for your lovely responses to my post lastnight. I found it emotional not only seeing how many of you relate to that rubbish feeling at Christmas, but how you were so quick to encourage one another. This community is quite something xx #tiles #mumstyle #mumlife #mumblogger #mummyblogger #motherhood #mom #momblogger #instamom #instamum #festive #style
- Swipe for the true story Last Christmas I didn’t have this insta account, which is a slight relief when I look back. I was amidst post natal depression hell, with a 5 month old struggling with undiagnosed silent reflux having had two tongue tie snips. I was finding it excruciatingly hard to be festive when my world felt so dark. Instagram would have poured petrol on the fire of my feeling that everyone else was having a better time than me, everyone else was happier, everyone else was in less of a mess. Everyone else was having a sparkling Christmas and I was left badly faking it. Oh. So badly faking it. 
I’ve been rifling through my photos of this time last year. If I handed you my phone, you’d not notice how I truly felt. You’d be fooled by the smiles on my face as the camera clicked. You wouldn’t recognise the desperation, the sense of hopelessness. This year I’m smiling authentically. This year as we untangle the lights and hang misshapen saltdough angels upon the tree, I’m thinking of those whom feel alone amongst the carols and the festive fun. Not alone socially, but alone in their struggling. Don’t be seduced by the mask of festivity, everyone has their battles. Hold on in there beautiful. My hope is that you find the rubies amongst the rubble. Tell someone. You’re not alone, no matter how much you believe it to be true xxxxxx Crikey, that was emotional. I only hopped on to show you my tree! 😂 #instamom #momlife #mummyblogger #mumblogger #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #depression @pandas_uk #christmastree #mumlife #mumstyle #mummyblogger #motherhood #instamom #momblogger #family #baby #toddler #familyhome #wingingit #myhousethismonth
- Swipe for the true story Last Christmas I didn’t have this insta account, which is a slight relief when I look back. I was amidst post natal depression hell, with a 5 month old struggling with undiagnosed silent reflux having had two tongue tie snips. I was finding it excruciatingly hard to be festive when my world felt so dark. Instagram would have poured petrol on the fire of my feeling that everyone else was having a better time than me, everyone else was happier, everyone else was in less of a mess. Everyone else was having a sparkling Christmas and I was left badly faking it. Oh. So badly faking it. 
I’ve been rifling through my photos of this time last year. If I handed you my phone, you’d not notice how I truly felt. You’d be fooled by the smiles on my face as the camera clicked. You wouldn’t recognise the desperation, the sense of hopelessness. This year I’m smiling authentically. This year as we untangle the lights and hang misshapen saltdough angels upon the tree, I’m thinking of those whom feel alone amongst the carols and the festive fun. Not alone socially, but alone in their struggling. Don’t be seduced by the mask of festivity, everyone has their battles. Hold on in there beautiful. My hope is that you find the rubies amongst the rubble. Tell someone. You’re not alone, no matter how much you believe it to be true xxxxxx Crikey, that was emotional. I only hopped on to show you my tree! 😂 #instamom #momlife #mummyblogger #mumblogger #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #depression @pandas_uk #christmastree #mumlife #mumstyle #mummyblogger #motherhood #instamom #momblogger #family #baby #toddler #familyhome #wingingit #myhousethismonth
- Swipe for the true story Last Christmas I didn’t have this insta account, which is a slight relief when I look back. I was amidst post natal depression hell, with a 5 month old struggling with undiagnosed silent reflux having had two tongue tie snips. I was finding it excruciatingly hard to be festive when my world felt so dark. Instagram would have poured petrol on the fire of my feeling that everyone else was having a better time than me, everyone else was happier, everyone else was in less of a mess. Everyone else was having a sparkling Christmas and I was left badly faking it. Oh. So badly faking it. 
I’ve been rifling through my photos of this time last year. If I handed you my phone, you’d not notice how I truly felt. You’d be fooled by the smiles on my face as the camera clicked. You wouldn’t recognise the desperation, the sense of hopelessness. This year I’m smiling authentically. This year as we untangle the lights and hang misshapen saltdough angels upon the tree, I’m thinking of those whom feel alone amongst the carols and the festive fun. Not alone socially, but alone in their struggling. Don’t be seduced by the mask of festivity, everyone has their battles. Hold on in there beautiful. My hope is that you find the rubies amongst the rubble. Tell someone. You’re not alone, no matter how much you believe it to be true xxxxxx Crikey, that was emotional. I only hopped on to show you my tree! 😂 #instamom #momlife #mummyblogger #mumblogger #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #depression @pandas_uk #christmastree #mumlife #mumstyle #mummyblogger #motherhood #instamom #momblogger #family #baby #toddler #familyhome #wingingit #myhousethismonth

This product uses the Instagram API but is not endorsed or certified by Instagram. All Instagram™ logos and trademarks displayed on this application are property of Instagram.