That Sunday Night Feeling…

Today I feel pretty flippin low.
Lower than a snakes belly in fact.

The weekend has gone by in a flash and I am now wrestling with the dreaded Sunday night feeling- you know, when the prospect of work is looming over you and you simply don’t want it there?!
The girls keep whistling Hi Ho, Hi Ho which feels a bit like a kick in the teeth when you’re definitely not off to work so today’s message is this my little employed compadres;
thank your lucky stars that you do have a job because I don’t and let me tell you- it feels pretty miserable.

Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love being at home with my girls. If building shit hot Lego houses is a skill I can add to the CV then I’m well away not to mention skills in;
Bear hunts,
Jigsaw puzzles,
All manner of awesome voices and characters and
The ability to make up a story at the drop of a hat
but, alas, it is time for me to get back into the ‘real world’ for at least a part of the week.

So far though- I’ve got to be honest, I am drawing a bit of a blank.
Turns out that the North West isn’t flooded with 3 day a week roles for a mum with a CV which reads a little bit like an extract from Alice in Wonderland.

Care Assistant
Waitress
Play Leader
White Rabbit
Nanny
Teacher
Mad Hatter
Personal Assistant to kids in Care
Team Manager
Freelancer
Event Planner
General Mischief Maker
Queen of Hearts*

Let’s be honest- it’s a bit all over the place isn’t it. **

The fact is, I am looking for a role which fits my needs but is also something I can really get my teeth into.
I miss working in a team.
I miss having colleagues and workmates.
I miss doing a cheeky google of the Ted Baker sale without an eagle eyes toddler telling me to stop playing with the iPad.
I miss having a purpose aside from being a mum.
Mainly though, I miss doing a wee without an audience.

Whoa there soapboxers; I realise that being a mum is a rewarding and wonderful job but, from a dignity, finance and sanity view point I need a job. PLEASE!!

I am well aware that competition is fierce out there so here’s a handy Top 5 list of reasons to employ me. Helpful hey?!

1) I know the difference between to, two and too and they’re, there and their.
Not to be sniffed at in this day and age.
2) I am degree educated and a qualified teacher.
3) I make a mean cup of tea.
4) I organise a fab night out.
5) I am honest, reliable, friendly and really want to work so will put a shift in when I’m there. 🙂

Can’t say fairer than that can you!

Now then, off to watch the remainder of The Fall- Gillian Anderson’s got a nice job- I could do that!!

Have a wonderful week people.

Muma.

XxxxX

*oh no, that was Diana and she came to a bit of a sticky end.
** some of the list may not be 100% accurate.

PS- if you do know of a role for me or have any advice, guidance or suggestions drop me an email; Tanya.leary@yahoo.co.uk

Still on the band wagon??

Evening All.

Happy January! How are you getting on with your New Years Resolutions?!
Still on the wagon?
Well done if you are by the way- by this time next week over 80% of us will have gibbed off our good intentions and come New Years Eve 2015 only 8% of us will have any rights to wear the (hopefully slightly loser) smug pants.
That’s a pretty high failure rate!!

So far I’ve been feeling pretty motivated, few bumps and bruises from falling off the wagon and filling my face with cake at the little littles birthday party- yep, totally made my own cake (just call me supermom!) but I am trying.

Before you ask, no, I am not morbidly obese. I am usually able to get an outfit that looks alright (with the support of some spanx) for a special occasion but for me it’s more about the inside story if you know what I mean. I’m want to give myself the best chance of living a long and healthy life.

This year I am turning 35- biblically speaking that is middle age dudes and, since my daddy passed away totally unexpectedly from a heart attack aged 37 I don’t think that there’s a better time for me to get my health and wellbeing in check. I don’t want to leave my babies with the same emotional weirdness that I have; I’d far rather stick around for the ‘Goooooood Mum, You are sooooooo embarrassing’ statements.
Someone remind me of this when I’m lamenting the teenage phase! It’s no more than I deserve- I was a hideous teen.

So, as of yesterday I am all about the Fresh Start Health 12 week programme; Fit n Slim.
It is early days- yesterday was the initial weigh in but, I am feeling positive so far.
There’s 8 of us in the group all taking part with our own motivations and goals so I am hoping that we’ll be able to support each other when times get tough.

The programme is totally holistic. There is a fitness programme (a running session and a circuit class each week) as well as an hour each week discussing all of the other stuff that goes with the way we feel about our bodies.
I have never heard of a class that deals with the whole person and I like it. At £195 for the 12 weeks you’re going to want to see some results but I think that if we all follow the advise and suggested meal plans we should do…

So far the message is rather than denying yourself the things you like try to add in more things that you know to be good for you so, this week I have been adding in loads of water and veg. I am usually dreadful at veg…brilliant at chocolate, dreadful at veg!

There have been one or two awkward points so far; namely being waved at and called by name when I parked up outside the chippy; ‘Usual Tanya?’ To be fair, it was the only free space and the gym is on the same road.
The second is obviously tena lady and botty burp related! Week two will be all about the pelvic floor I hope! 😉

Watch this space for my progress dudes.

Have you made any New Years Resolutions? My news feed is rammed with health and fitness so I’m guessing I’m not the only one- how are you doing so far?

Happy Weekend Lovelies.

Muma.

XxxxX

For my Cheeky Baby!

It’s been some time since I wrote my last blog post. First there was the Frost Fair, then there was Christmas, now we’ve had New Year and, being honest- I simply can’t understand how I had time to fit it all in before- I have every intention of writing and getting back into it but for some reason it hasn’t quite happened- until now.

There was probably only ever going to be one thing that forced my hand and that is the fact that you can’t do something for one child without doing it for the other. Thankfully I’m already a shamefully bad mother in the sense that neither of the girls have baby books and I’m dreadful at photos too but, hopefully writing an annual birthday blog will go some way to amending all of my other short comings…

This time last year I wrote about my first year as a life of two in Happy Birthday Beaut  and, the journey of the arrival is already more than adequately documented so the only thing left to do is this…

For My Cheeky (quite literally) Baby.

Then…

Now!

I can’t believe our baby girl’s already turning 2.
To celebrate I wrote this post- especially for you!

Getting ready for a bit of DIY!!

Now Hannah darling it’s hard to know just where I should start.
I suppose a good place might just be
To say you melt my heart.

Don’t worry about presents, just bring a cake!

Thank God you do because sometimes you drive me bloody barmy.
I think when you’re a teenager I’ll pack you off to the army.

2 brushes are better than one and, now I’ve finished the cup, I think I’ll start on the highchair!

 

They say that no two are ever the same and this is very true.
You compliment each other though and you’re perfect through and through.

Sisters.

Bedheads!

You wear your heart upon your sleeve.
We know when you are cross.
I think it’s also fair to say you’re actually The Boss.

Who doesn’t love a hat that says it how it is?!

Don’t panic Muma; I’ll get breakfast!

 

Your smile just sets my heart alight you’re cheeky through and through.

CHEEEEEEEESE

I love you and you’re perfect.

Very few can carry off a tutu on a trike.

Don’t ever stop being you.

Then…

(Unless that means that you don’t cry every single time you have to have a pull up on or I have to brush your back teeth).
Apart from that, we’re good.

I love you my darling.

Always.

Muma.

XxxX