The Internal Dialogue of a Parent on New Year’s Eve

 

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  1. It’s New Year’s Eve – we should totally go out.
  2. We can’t go out – damn kids.
  3. It’s fine, we can stay in and party.
  4. And by ‘party’, I mean have a takeaway and drinks at home.
  5. In my pjs.
  6. We should go wild and have a fancy takeaway. It’s New Year’s Eve after-all.
  7. Stupid New Year’s Eve – any decent takeaway will take hours to deliver.
  8. Ok, we’ll have a kebab. With chips. And burger sauce.
  9. God, I must go on a diet from tomorrow.
  10. Maybe not tomorrow, but definitely from Monday.
  11. Is that footsteps I can hear on the landing?
  12. GET BACK IN YOUR BED!!
  13. That kebab was amazing, I’m stuffed.
  14. I reckon I could squeeze in a small piece of chocolate.
  15. Now I feel sick.
  16. Maybe another glass of prosecco will help. The bubbles might just balance out the sugar-rush.
  17. Nope, still feel sick.
  18. It’s only 9.30pm…will I even make it to midnight?
  19. Must make some resolutions for tomorrow.
  20. I’ll make them in the morning when I feel less sick.
  21. God I love my sofa and tv.
  22. Fabulous view of the fireworks.
  23. Everyone looks like they’re having so much fun!
  24. Happy New Year everyone!
  25. Maybe we’ll go out next year.
  26. As long as I can wear my pyjamas.

Do you have a BMF?

Image courtesy of Retro Trace Vintage

Image courtesy of Retro Trace Vintage

Are you a BMF? That’s a Best Mummy Friend, for anyone not in the know {which is probably most of you, as I totally made that phrase up.}

But if you have kids, the likelihood is that you will also have a BMF. I don’t know what I’d do without my BMF…and neither do our husbands, because if we didn’t have each other, they’d have to listen to all of our child-related neurotic ramblings instead.

Here’s how you know if you have a BMF:

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A Letter to my big boy: Before you start school

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My darling Big Monkey,

I can’t believe you will be starting school in just over three weeks. How did this happen?! I remember the day you were born so very clearly {despite the epidural, gas & air} – my first baby, my little boy. Well, not quite so ‘little’; weighing in at 9lb 10oz, it looked like I’d given birth to a three-month-old hippo, but my goodness you were loved.

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