Monthly Archives : January 2018

Beta Mummy’s Attempt at Leaving the House

Leaving the house becomes a military exercise once you have children. A military exercise that involves pain, carnage, tears, shouting, and possibly loss of life, or at least loss of the will to live. These days, I have one child to get to nursery, one to get to school, and myself to get to work. Thanks to “flexible working”, I…

Beta Mummy gets Board to Death

I used to love a good board game, me. Scrabble, Monopoly, Rapidough – there’s a game for every sort of occasion, from a cosy Winter’s afternoon in with your love, to an increasingly-drunken night with your best mates.  Sigh.  I can’t remember the last time I played a proper grown ups game.  Now my occasional forays into board games involve either educational bollocks or spending three times as long setting the thing up as actually playing it. 

Say Mama…or Why Does Daddy Get All The Glory?!

What were your babies’ first words?

My babies are not really babies any more.  I am Mum, not Mummy or Mama.  At the time of writing they are 3 and 5 years old, and smelly and argumentative.  They answer back, dispute just about everything I say, and scream and shout until I genuinely have to insert ear plugs.

But once upon a time, they couldn’t speak, except in baby language – goo, gaa, arrrrrrgggggghhhhhh, etc.  And how I longed for them to speak!  I spent hours each day, in the latter throes of maternity leave, and when I was working part time, sitting face to face with them, practically begging them to talk.