Hang on a minute, what’s that noise? I think I know, its Mr Tumble !

Hang on a minute, what’s that noise? I think I know, its Mr Tumble !

So Carl left for work at least over an hour ago. Nalah is snoring her little head off and has been for at least 40 minutes but the little hot water bottle just looks too content for me to put her down. Having said that I am sat sipping a lukewarm coffee (well I just wouldn’t have it any other way!)

I have my phone in hand lurking through the pages wedding forums looking at bizarre posts that got out of hand. Starting with a search for ‘how many bridesmaid is average?’ and ending up reading pointless posts about who do you thank first in the wedding speeches. This gripped me and actually got me pencilling up (in my head) a timeline and tick list for Carl’s speech. Which in reality I probably won’t even get a sniff at until the big day is here.

I mean does it matter who we thank when we thank them or why we thank them, its us that are buying them a nice three course meal and some plonk!!

I glance and the clock and realise I have wasted a good 40 minutes of my life reading and worrying about this trivial matter, I quickly feel sick that I’ve not done any housework or even in fact brushed my hair yet and it is almost school run time. I stress that Nalah probably won’t have a nap this long for at least another 5 days as they seem to be 10 minute clusters and that’s if I am really silent.

I also realise that along with the time I have been listening too cbeebies whilst my child has been sleeping for this same amount of time. Bare in mine Nalah is two months old, she couldn’t give a shit if she was watching Twirlywoos or the antiques roadshow but never mind it makes me feel more child friendly having it on. So this is when I am alerted to the fact I have been watching Mr Tumble on my own I pick the remote up to flick channels. 14882896622821718327496

Just then Justin Fletcher grabs my attention again saying “we’re going on an adventure today.” I physically put down the remote, put down my phone and sit enjoying the rest of ‘something special’. Who have I become?

And now its way too late to put the washing on or even contemplate doing the pots, this day will have to just go down as another fail day.

 

 

 

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I just watch wedding daytime T.V all day and sip cold coffee.

The Beginning 

So I am new to this so please bare with me and go easy on me. Also I am trying to type on my phone in bed, whilst eating a pack of palma violets.

I began jotting down my day to day ramblings and rants in an email to my dad, sometimes they were quite often full minute by minute accounts of my day. Fair to say after a while he no longer was quite as eager to read his 5 page email that pinged in his inbox at 3am every morning just too read how well my 4 loads of washing had gone. So I though I would safe him the hassle and bore the entire world wide web instead!

It all started when my dad asked me (innocently making idle conversation) what I did in my days now I am on maternity leave. Looking back I am unaware of why I answered the way I did, maybe I felt extra fresh or maybe I just was so tired a quick answer seemed an easy option but either way the answer I gave is what prompted me too look at my life differently.

I shrugged and said, “well not a lot really, I take Oscar too school, then sit on the sofa with Nalah and watch Say yes to the dress until its time to pick Oscar up again.”

Wow!! I have actually become so used to this zombie lifestyle I am living and actually started too believe  all I do all say is sit and watch people buying wedding dresses and analyse the shop attendant’s bizarre lip liner. And that is when I began to write, write what I do, how I feel and what fills my days, to help me understand why my coffee is always cold.

Introducing the DIY nappy wielding bride…

I am a twenty six, though look about thirteen mother and I am often worried that I will be confused at the school gate with some of the year sixes. I have two beautiful children. Oscar who is 5 going on 50  from a previous relationship and Nalah who is just 2 months old.

I am engaged to Carl my hardworking non stop fiancé. Carl and I met whilst working in a children’s home for teenagers

He turned up in the nick of time saving my arse on too many occasions from broken noses too a foot in the fanny and was always there to safe my day and that is kind of just how it started, with 3am McDonald’s breakfast and little smiles here and there. Very quickly he became everything my life needed.

So enough of the soppiness. I am his bride to be. 

I am a serious tight arse and everything for wedding is going to be budgeted. I have scoured the Internet to source items 3 pence cheaper than I’ve seen elsewhere. Which is why I have decided too become a DIY bride.

That been said this does not mean I want to skimp on the quality of our big day. I want it to be perfect which is why the wedding is in my head, Pinterest is at my fingertips, wedding t.v is on my box 24/7.

This blog will mainly be the ramblings of my day too day life being a mummy with some wedding planning stress thrown in for good measure.

Happy reading.