Bin collections a load of old rubbish

Thanks “friendly” dustman who put the “clean york” sticker on my surplus binbags this morning gone are the smiling whistling kind men that would carry our bins from our yards and gardens and take them back again instead they huff and puff and refuse to take any bags that are sticking slightly out of our now regulation wheelie bins or if the lid won’t shut despite great efforts to squish them down , it wont do, and then they throw them randomly down the street afterwards leaving a trail of mess and take great delight issuing  “naughty” stickers along the way, for your information Mr Dustbin man bin police I wasn’t expecting you to take my surplus,  you never do, I was just putting it out ready to completely fill up my emptied one again, to fester for two weeks until you empty it again and I repeat the process, how these regulated bin rules help to keep city’s tidier and less full of waste I will never know as I have a family of five,  I recycle and I am careful about cooking from scratch using up leftovers not having too much packaging etc yet every week I have overflow of bins and recycling, this was worse when all three of my children were in nappies,  I’m not allowed to have a bigger capacity bin until 6 are living in the house,  I dont have a car to go to the tip myself,  so it is a never ending cycle of disgusting wet maggot infested binbags smelling and festering in the heat and being clawed by cats, whether you collect them now Mr binman or in a fortnight those binbags will all end up in the same place and will not disappear, I will still produce as much waste and recycling and so will many other families and then some people on their own will hardly fill their bin at all so my extra fewbags and other peoples will make up for their lack of waste, making it all the same in the end and all at the same place, why council do you think that this is a good idea ? I would happily pay extra for bins to be collected weekly I would snap your hand off Mrs Council Lady for a bigger capacity bin for my extra refuse but I don’t want another child to be able to have one, I want those friendly dustmen and women back that treated us, our binbags and bins with care, and I am too old to be issued a naughty sticker thanks very much, please council sort it out .  .    …..  

One day more till summer

As I am writing this the children only have one more day left of school till the summer hols, as we wrap and write teacher’s gifts and cards,  the children feel a wave of excitement of the long days ahead whereas my heart slightly flutters with dread and fear trying to think of plans and ideas and ways to fill up the six weeks with stuff and plans and fun and entertainment , gone are the days where cocopops pjs and starwars vhs on repeat will surfice kids these days need entertaining and “stuff” and exciting  themed days of baking and craft and trips and museums and buying things,  I feel more stressed in summer time than christmas,  all the rules and routine and order that I crave to keep sane and function goes out of the window,  6 weeks of mess and disorder and squabbling and having absolutely no time to myself is afore,  but it will be ok I have survived 10 child filled summer hols so far and will survive again and am determined to try to relax and enjoy it as much as possible and now the children are getting old enough to entertain themselves a little I am definitely going to fit some me time and 5 minutes peace in there aswell,  we all as parents feel that we must cram in as much as possible into our little ones summer but remember they are exhausted too and need some doing nothing days,  its ok to have some telly days and pj days make summer your way not the expected wayxxxxxmuch love 

This girls got her glam back

For the last few years I have been finding my style again after losing myself somewhat after having kids and Ive been doing ok,  loving vintage experimenting with print and colour as much as I liked the clothes I had in my Closet,  I had forgotten about the finer details, the fact that a woman should feel fabulous in what they wear whilst walking down the street,  it doesn’t matter if people compliment you and say you look good if you don’t feel it yourself , sometimes so much is going on in our lives that we forget to always make ourselves feel special and we don’t seem to bother with ourselves anymore, but we need to ladies as loreal says we are worth it,  I dont feel like me without my lippy on, and its that I hadn’t been doing the extra glam bits the great fitting bra, a fabulous haircut shoes with heels, nice nails,now that I’ve got back my glam I feel fabulous so come on ladies join me xxxxxxxxyou deserve it xxxx

To all the “pickyeaters” and their parents. 

I wanted to tell you all I understand, I understand what it is like to be scared of eating and trying new foods of feeling overwhelmed by a plate of food infront of me,  that eating vegetables is like asking someone to eat a slug or a snake or a giant bug,  I understand what its like to not want to eat at all sometimes or to eat very little,  to eat the same plain foods day in day out to then go off them suddenly just like that for no reason at all,  to be frightened to eat in a restaurant because it is unfamiliar territory like eating in a lions cage,  to be nervous to eat at other people’s house’s incase they give you food you can’t eat, to smell every little bit of food before it enters your mouth,  to be grateful for the Wonder ful parents who understood,  who went with it and who stood up in front of Teachers at school when questioned why my packed lunch only contains a plain breadbun and a KitKat, who never moaned having to study each restaurant menu before daring entering to check if they served frenchfries or garlic bread or to beg with waitresses to make me plain spaghetti with nothing on it “yes just as it comes straight out the pan, yes plain”  or please could my teenage daughter still have a children’s menu,  or to smile and confidently say to the Tesco cashier who asked how old the children were that  the babyish children’s alphabetti shaped food and mini yoghurts she was buying was actually for her 18 year old. 

I wanted to tell you all that it’s ok it will get better, yes it’s hard and frustrating but go with it because one day those foods will get less scary and the restaurant list a little bigger,  it did for me yes its a struggle sometimes and as a Mum myself of three children I try to go with my own children’s food requirements and  I try to eat better myself but don’t get cross it’s not being fussy or picker or a phase.  For me and for many it was a genuine fear I didn’t want to find food difficult but if it was made a big issue or I felt like I was a nuisance or a pain it made me worse. 

School Teachers please don’t judge a child or their parents by the contents of their packups or snack, yes we all want to be healthy we know what the “right” foods are but sometimes we just can’t eat those foods for many reasons, our children need to eat but they dont need judging for it or stopped eating certain foods because then we might not eat very much at all and because as we grow we will work it out and sort it out ourselves, it’s our body and we need to choose what goes in it yes we dont always make the right decisions but we will one day in our own time. 
Thankyou to my Mum, Dad, Stepfather and Brother and husband for supporting me always much lovexxxx

You may say I’m a dreamer but I am not the only one. 

All our lives there has been War, Bombs, Destruction and Devastation, atrocities fighting and hate but all our lives there has also been Campaigners and Activists and d

Demonstraters and heroes and helpers and great workers of the NHS and police and armed forces and heroic members of the public that show such kindness.  

When such awful things happen in the world it can often make people wonder what is the point in it all?  what a horrid world we are bringing our children up in, we can hide away from the world and experiences we can wrap our children in cotton wool. We can live in fear or we can come together,  we can become stronger,  we can try to make it better, we can show our children all the good people and the great acts of heroism and kindness and coming together in communities, we can embrace all people we can love and smile show our children how to be accepting of all, because above all else we can’t lose hope hope that one day the world will be a better place just like John Lennon said “you may say I’m a dreamer” but I really do hope that I am not the only one xxxx 

We love you Manchester xxxx R. I. P ALL those LOST and all affected by this weeks events xxxxxxx

Mental Health Awareness month

In my blogposts I am very open and honest about my anxiety disorder, and have written many posts about it. 

 It is a condition that affects so many people and is so misunderstood by so many even some doctors in my experience,  perhaps because only those that have truly experienced it can even comprehend it,  can even begin to empathise with a sufferer,  how physically ill your mind can make you feel how it can come out of nowhere it seems just as you thought you were doing ok, how some days even the simplest of tasks can be too much, the littlest noises can grate on you like finger nails scraping down a blackboard how something as simple as having to post a parcel or make a telephone call is just too hard to do and how exhausting it is that your mind will not stop the over thinking over worrying lump in your throat, heart in your mouth feeling of fear and dread that is like a chasm where I am Alice falling down the rabbit hole but never reaching the bottom where some days I feel myself and other days I do not know myself at all.

 All I ever wanted was to be a Mum and to be happy but now I am it wasn’t what I expected at all and I do not enjoy it as much as I ever thought I would. It is lonely and draining and hard harder than I ever thought possible and so much pressure to do the best that you can all of the time for these three amazing beautiful little people that you created,  and to look good and multi task and be like a Domestic Goddess and SuperMum all at once but the only real pressure to do all that is from ourselves, some days I can do it all and more and then some and other days I can’t do it at all and its ok and I battle on and take medication and breathe and use mindfulness apps and go to bed early and shut the curtains and try to relax and live in hope that one day I won’t feel this way anymore and to anyone that suffers Mental health in any way at all I understand,  I empathise,  I send you a hug and hope that you can be open and honest and talk to anyone who will listen and help you and to anyone who doesn’t suffer please try to understand and be tolerant and patient and be a good friend to anyone who needs one right now.  

SOMETIMES It is hard being a Mummy.

As a Mummy, many of us strive for perfection, to be the best Mummy we can be a Super Mummy, a Crafty Mummy a fun Mummy, a Sporty Mummy, a brilliant Baker, a cook, a maker of all things, a solver of all problems, a squidgy hugging Mama bear, a Juggler, an Acrobat, a Nurse. Sometimes trying to be all of those things makes you feel like “The cat in the hat”piling all of the different things on top of you, at risk of falling over, of tripping up, of dropping things.

We can only be the best version of ourselves, and that is pretty blinking ok. We just need to open our arms as wide as possible and hug and love and twirl and dance and laugh and smile and enjoy it as much as we can because we are so so lucky to call ourselves a “Mummy”to hear those words from a little persons mouth. It is a miracle, a privalige, an amazing thing, and we get to hold that little person, to love them and to help them to grow and develop and become the person they are going to be, don’t waste time trying to prove anything, there is only one Mummy like you and your children love you just the way you are so on Sunday laugh and smile put your feet up have a cup of tea and drink it in, drink in the memories and the love and the moments ,Mummys are awesome, you are awesome. HAPPY MOTHER’S Day. IMG_20170324_131828_602.jpg

Milk memories

I was thinking about my younger days and childhood today, the things that we no longer have that were so much a part of everyday life years ago, I crave recreating some of that nostalgia and memories for my children as part of their learning and development.

I am getting my weekly Tesco shop delivered this evening it costs me a fortune and stresses me out, I often lose my booked timeslot as I am carefully browsing through each section and offers and deals and favourites very slowly  I try and get the cheapest options and best value thinking meticulously about what we will eat what will go to waste what to buy what we need, getting carried away in the kids section buying brightly coloured non spill juice drinks and innocent smoothies and mini sized fun things that are meant to be reasonably healthy anything to tempt my picky children into eating as well as I can.

Alongside that I try and pick fairtrade and eco friendly products trying to do my bit for the world, trying to think more carefully about what I buy, especially as at church last week we were reminded about fairtrade fortnight and I do want to support it as much as I can, in my student days I worked at the bodyshop and admired Anita Roddicks business ethos, remembering how the body shop was such a large part of my childhood,and of many in the 80s and 90s bodyshop at home parties strawberry  shaped soap brightly coloured endangered animals on  tshirts and washbags, that familiar smell and the comforting knowledge that aswell as being great products it did something great too, yet somehow we have forgotten about it along the way no longer do receive my white musk gift set at christmas and nice smelling soap, yet The body shop still very much exists we have two in our york high street and an outlet shop, it reminded me to remember it again and use it again.

Alongside all these memories I remembered Milk the sound of glass bottles tinkling in the early hours, whistling milkmen and taking it in turns to pick it up off the doorstep and put out the empties, what happened when did milk for most become giant plastic bottles you can barely fit in the fridge ot carry, no longer do you know your milkman or postman or  chemist or Gp anymore they are just anyone, we have lost that familiarity of yesteryear and I want it I want it back so much.

Today I hunted for and found a dairy still doing glass milk bottle deliveries I am so excited and soon will hear that clink of glass bottles again, I have ordered a vegetable/fruit box delivery too to show my children where things come from and to support local businesses and farmers, we wonder why the world is not such a friendly nice place anymore but it is up to us to keep traditions and memories alive to get to know our neighbours and to be friendly and kind because then our children may carry it all on tooxxxx




Uniform is it necessary ?

This morning when the kids were getting ready to go to school we discovered holes in the soles of their shoes again, they are good makes of shoe they haven’t had them very long, as my eldest daughter  put on her black jeggings(the only trousers she will wear) and burys her hands under her oversized cardigan sleeves awkwardly with her changing enbarrassed hormonal ten year old body she would rather hide under a massive hoodie top than have to wear these unflattering thin polo shirts, and in their once bright white polo shirts that are now grey even though we replace them all the time, and most of my youngest sons jumpers have impossible to remove white board marker stains all over them.I gave a sigh. 

When I was at primary school we wore very smart expensive uniform with blazers, dufflecoats,straw boaters the lot it must have cost my parents alot of money but things were better quality then and seemed to last longer it seemed and we didnt get so messy then, my husband didn’t wear school uniform at primary school at all he wore jeans and cords and jumpers and trainers.

 At my senior school (a comprehensive) we pushed the rules as far as we could rolling up our skirts, putting our ties the wrong way round, as though we were trying to show our individuality or be part of the in crowd group in any way we could, shoes had to be from dolcis or barretts and carrier bags from River Island or we were the lowest of the low p.e trainers had to be nike, I didn’t agree with these things but at that age it was hard to show confidence to be myself.Uniform is meant to reduce bullying as we all supposedly then look the same but to me it made no difference to that at all nor to my being bullied, if your bag or trainers or pencil case isn’t cool you stand out anyway. If you are different you stand out anyway, at the moment at my children’s school there is a trend for oversized hair bows and handbags as school bags, children trying to show their tastes and likes through accessories in their hair because they can’t do that through their clothes, surely indviduality should be encouraged and embraced and celebrated we are not all the same therefore why do we have to conform to uniform all the time? Even as adults we often have to wear a uniform in our jobs, which I really dislike it always puts me off because I dont feel like me unless I am in my clothes, my clothes are my confidence and personality without them I do not feel like me at all, even my husband has to wear collared shirt and smart trousers for his office job which isn’t even customer facing, and people who work in primark don’t get to show off the great fashion that they sell to customers instead they have to wear horrid blue poloshirt things, it seems silly to me, though on the otherhand even in our regular clothes we often  seem to have a uniform or fit into a group or style or fashion type, these groups and cliques and gangs and types would happen anyway whether we wear a school uniform or not, but then the pressure having to wear uniform is alot  on parents despite it being cheap the amount we get through still makes it pricey and the state of a childs household income poverty is really evident when you look at their uniform it makes people look scruffier almost than they would if they were in their regular playing clothes,school jumpers with holes scuffed school shoes, holes in tights, stained greying polo shirts, wearing a uniform is supposed to show pride in the school that they represent and belong to but when the school photos show an array of dishevelled kids to me wouldn’t it be better if they all wore clothes from every colour of the rainbow instead, if they could wear thick robust denim jeans and pinafores or dungarees or waterproof all in ones or comfortable tracksuits for rolling about in and trainers and waterproof crocs and wellies  and comfy slippers indoors or if they could take off their shoes and wiggle their toes a little bit wouldn’t they feel more freedom more relaxed and more themselves, more willing to learn in a comfortable way? I don’t know the answers but I know that I will always encourage my children to be themselves and be confident about it and to never feel like they have to look a certain way, as my favourite cyndi lauper sings “I see your true colours shining through ….your true colours are beautiful like a rainbow” and until things change in the world I shall buy more school shoes and white polo shirts and stick to the rules 😦

What if the hokeycokey is what it’s all about 

I am an overthinking thinker, a worrier of everything I even worry about worrying, I take on the wars of the worlds and troubles of all and carry it all upon my shoulders, things that really  I need not.

 I want to take the woes and torment and hatred of the universe and turn it all around and make it all better, but it is too big a battle to take on, too big a load to carry that I inevitably fall over, collapse with the weight,explode and overflow like a volcano errupting and I realise I can not make it all better all on my own, just little me. I sometimes wish I did not think so much, but I am constantly wondering and pondering about the point of it all, the reason for our existence, do we just live each day to just get old and then die what is it all for? 

I try and live simply in a world where we are all so overtaken by social media and electronics and constant noise I crave silence and peace, and  stillness. LIFE is so short in the whole scheme of things and I need to be happy and enjoy the little things and have faith that I am taking the right path to feel content and secure and guided cos if the hokey cokey is realy  what its all about I want to be in that circle and be part of that dance going in and out and shaking it all about as much as possible with my whole self in and I am not going to worry about the bigger things anymore.