I want to be that mother who can stand up and say I am a strong confident mother and I know what is best for my children. We breastfeed and co sleep, We listen, We include, We eat chocolate and snot smoothies, we trampoline and grow frogs, we sling, we carry and we try and understand and work with our children without resorting to punishments, threats or coercion.

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

Beware: Computer scam


On phone to them just now. Keeping them talking. Asking about his kids, he told me he had a kid of 6 and them I asked him if his mother knows he does this job. I them asked if he was married and if his wife liked him doing this job, he wavered here and wasn't sure how to answer (I'm betting she doesn't like it) and them I said his mother must be so proud of him scamming people like this. He kept denying he was scamming me. I then said he didn't care about his heritage by using an English name when he was in India and didn't he care about scamming a mother of three.  Was on for 20 mins and was making porridge for kids, talking them through making kale crisps and talking to him at same time. Also been googling what he's asking me to do. What a scammer!

 I then asked him to hold on whilst I breastfed my kid!

He eventually gave up saying if I didn't believe him we should stop the call and he hung up on me!!!



They ask you to sit at your PC and click START > RUN > then type "CMD" (command) into the RUN box. This opens up a black box on the screen, which older PC users may recognise as the DOS window. 
In the DOS window they ask you to type "ASSOC" and hit Rtn and a long list of stuff comes up on the screen. 

They ask you to look near the bottom of the list for the letters "CLSID" and explain that this is a unique identification number known only by the manufacturer of the operating system. 
They then read out a number and ask you if it matches the one on the screen in front of you, which of course it does. 
The complete line looks like this: ZFSendToTarget=CLSID\{888DCA60-FC0A-11CF-8F0F-00C04FD7D062}
and they read out this number: 888DCA60-FC0A-11CF-8F0F-00C04FD7D062

This is all to get your trust and make you think that they are a support company and that they have the information about your computer, they don't, this number is the same on every Windows based operating system released in recent years. 

I don't know what happens after this but I have read elsewhere that they are trying to get you to allow them remote access to your PC via the likes of LogMeIn or other means. This could be for various reason like charging you for the "work" they have done or installing software on you PC. 

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Food food glorious.....fuck off

I've had it up to here ^^^ with the girls and their ridiculous food fussiness, I'm sick of making food that doesn't get eaten or refusing foods they ate only the other day or eating the same crappy pasta, waffles or veggie sausages. 

So yesterday, when they came home from school I said this is what's going to happen. We are going to walk the dog then when we come back, there will be no tv (another contentious issue) and I'm taking each of you into the kitchen and you are going to make your dinner, with my help. Well Ellie decided she wanted pasta (*sigh*) and a tomato based sauce which she opened splattered all over the kitchen and ate half of before changing her mind and going for pesto. So she folks her pasta, adds chopped tomato and goes off happily. Maia decides she wants chips and mini waffles, I can't persuade her to add anything to it, so it's done. She lies on the floor in the kitchen waiting for ten mins to pass, turns them over, then waits some more. All good. Perhaps?

Today I tried the same approach. Millie wanted scrambled eggs. She will usually eats whatever I make and loves to help make it so she is not a problem. Maia says she wants scrambled eggs too but just as I'm spooning it onto the plate she changes her mind and walks away. I call her several times that her lunch is in the table but she ignores me. I go into the living room and say 'why are you ignoring me, that just makes me really upset. Your lunch is on the table'. She eats a few mouthfuls and says she is full. Rileydog is happy. 

Ellie comes into the kitchen and says she doesn't like this new way. She wants waffles. I ask her to get them and put the oven on. She hasn't done it so far. 

Im at a loss with what to do. I hate standing in the kitchen with literally no clue what to make only to have it not eaten. I thought they would enjoy spending the time with me doing cooking stuff but seriously my kids are on a lazy town making mummy crazy path and there's no stopping them.

I'm sick of being treated like the skivvy. I'm sick of being ignored. I'm sick of being under appreciated. I'm sick of having to shout at them before they hear me and I'm sick of them still ignoring me even when I am shouting at them. Most of all I'm sick of my behaviour always directly affecting theirs. Can't I be in a mood without them reacting to it. I hate the pressure. I have to be calm and rational when they kick off!!

Suffice to say things are a bit of a mess down this way just now and I'm flailing. 

Meltdowns - instantaneous at the moment

Losing the plot - sarcasm switch needs breaking 

Breastfeeding - OMFG leave me alone 

Wednesday, 29 October 2014

All about the bass

It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy

Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I'm supposed to do
'Cause I got that boob boob that all my babies chase
And all the right milk in all the right places

It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy, not daddy
It's all about that mummy
'Bout that mummy

...rest to be thought about when I have a chance....

Saturday, 25 October 2014

Scary? Spooky? FUN!!!

I'm delighted the girls knew where the Halloween decorations were amongst the half unpacked boxes from moving in and the half packed boxes from moving out. I was going to give it a miss this year. I'm usually all up for it and love it more than them but I wasn't in the mood to search. I'm not really in the mood for any of it. The costumes. The sweetie buying. The going out. I'm psyching myself up to get on with it just for the girls sake. 

The decorations can't be hung from the ceilings as in previous years as we can't risk anything that would cause the landlord to have a conniption fit and charge us for supposed damage. So we stuck them to windows and other surfaces of furniture that's ours. I think it's less cool not hanging down over their heads, but they don't seem to mind.  It also resulted in a wee arts and crafts time as the girls made some more to add to the collection.

Part of me still gets a horrible flashback to the Halloween where social services turned up to assess us over some ridiculous nonsense and made veiled references to the decorations being too scary and were they perhaps a bit grown up for them!! I practically laughed in their faces. Halloween = Scary decorations!!!!! Well it does in our home where the girls love scary and freaky and all things spooooooooky!!

I was pleased we found and did them because I feel it's important that things carry on the way they always have to give the girls security and continuity and enjoyment amidst the chaos and uncertainty. 

The girls are happily playing werepuppy and puppyghosts amidst their supply decorations. It's all good!

Meltdowns - increasing
Losing the Plot - so so hard to hold it in
Breastfeeding - she is cutting down, I'm noticing it!!!

Friday, 24 October 2014

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

Once upon a time there was a story. The worlds a mess. Everything's a mess. We're all fucked. The internet shows us every last bit of it. It shows us all the time for everything and everyone. There's too many all the time all at once. It's too much to heal. It's too much to fix. Everyone. Everywhere. Fucked. Flood the internet with bullshit flowers or bullshit poems or bullshit art or bullshit. All to cover up the mess. 

Once upon a time there was a story. The news is full of stories. The stories are read. The news is over. Yesterday's stories are today's chips. The story is told. The story is forgotten. The end.

We probably have a home to move in to! A really cool one with an amazing garden. It's not dream home location, it might cost a small fortune to heat and it needs a fireplace. I know I'm fortunate. I know I should be ecstatic but I'm scared to be happy. You know, just in case it all goes bolloxed again. 

So let the packing commence.

Meltdowns - coming from all fucking angles 
Losing the plot - head exploding gut wrenching
Breastfeeding - aaaaarrrggghhhh!!

Thursday, 2 October 2014

The answer is boob not 42

I don't think I would be able to parent my two yr old without the boob. I really don't know how non bf'ing mums do it. They must have extra patience and strength stored away instead or something. 

She uses the comfort of my boob for SO many things all day and through the night. 

Even though our bf'ing relationship is not always plain sailing, and I often want to run away screaming when she asks for the 4th time that hour, I am seriously relieved she has a way to deal with her life trials and tribulations at this time.

Meltdowns - seemingly from nowhere 
Losing the plot - gradually 
Breastfeeding - is the answer to all of it

Sunday, 21 September 2014

The chalk drawings are gone :(

Right. It's time to deal with my big pants and get on with it. Shit happens. We still have to live here for the time being until we move. I have to forget I was starting to feel happy and content and was making this place a home. I have to keep looking out of the window and love the view and the garden and the work I have done on it and not think about what we have to leave behind. I have to keep the house from degenerating into a child-made hovel!

I have to remember we are fortunate and very thankful to have the opportunities to be able to stay in the country. We *are* staying in the country. I couldn't bear to return to a city housing estate. I've had a taste of the life I have always wanted and I totally loved the time I was here. Green space. Nature. Relative seclusion (minus crazy farmer types) Fires. Independence and exploration for the girls. 

The girls. Ah, the girls. They now fear the farmer. They hide from the farmer. They need reassurance that the farmer can't hurt us. They need to hear me talk about how the farmer is a sad lonely man (who probably wasn't breastfed!) and not a man to be scared of and not a man who can harm us in any way. 

I'm so gutted at the thought of packing and clearing this house. Not just for the hard work of it but for this house we thought we felt a bond with a sense of déjàvu and feeling of being settled. 

I know ultimately it's for the best, we would have never felt secure here with the possibility of two months notice at any random moment, for any ridiculous crappy reason, rather than the four we have just now. Let's be realistic too. There is no way I could have kept up this level of cleanliness tidyness and gardenness without losing the will to live. 

We are not going to be homeless, if needs be, we will rent again and whilst we look for our own dream home.  We have the possibility of a new place already, It has many positives and a few major negatives. It's not the same ruralness but it has an incredible garden. It has no real fires but that can be a project. It is on a main road but it's a great size. It has a freaky layout but it is a roof over our heads.

So, for now I need to try and be ok with things, right now I need to stop my brain from moany spiralling, right now we are healthy and we have a kick ass full wood shed!!

I WILL be that happy again.

Meltdowns - could do without
Losing the Plot -  could do without
Breastfeeding - could do without

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Silver Cloud and shit like that


That fucking impending doom of shite other foot dropping bollox that I have been feeling has finally happened. After finding out a good friend died suddenly on Monday, I thought maybe that was is, but I knew it wasn't.  I had always known she would die, I have a whole book I could write about her.  It will have to wait now. She was unbelievable.  We all loved her. 

Anyway, I tried to ignore the feeling. I tried to excuse it as collywobbles and past insecure experiences. I was going to write a blog post about the feeling and how I was really trying embrace the fucking positive and get over old scripts. How I was overcoming my insecurities and living my life again. I should have listened to my instincts. 

He wants us out in January.  He hasn't given a proper reason says it's too much hassle. Basically, he doesn't have to give a reason. He's not renewing the lease.

Now to find something better than this place which has damp problems, a shitty sink drainer that pools, a tiny gap to get out of the kitchen and no fucking space on the counters, insecure living arrangements that could be terminated at any time with one months notice AND FUCK YOU COLERAINE!!

I'm over the shock. I'm going to make it work. I just hope the girls can cope. Fuck I was just starting to feel almost ok again. Not depressed, stressed and sad. I hope this works out. At least we made the move out of suburgatory. We are in the country now and we are staying. 

He told me to be a real mother and take my kids to the play park and to get a gate to lock them in. He complained about everything and wanted his garden in better condition than when we got it.  He has NO idea about raising children consciously and has way too high expectations. If you ever hear of someone thinking of moving to MosCOW, steer them clear. Tell them to run a mile. Don't even imagine you could try and make it work. 

Moving ultimately is the best plan it's just such a fucking nightmare!

I want to trash the fucking garden. I spent practically the whole day there yesterday. I'm gonna dump the weeds back in. The fucker.  

So up yours farmer grumpy. You can swivel on your fly infested, damp smelling, manky water house. 

The Berlow-Jackson's are moving in to better pastures. 

I knew the chocolate cake would come in handy!

Meltdowns - increasing
Losing the Plot - on the up
Breastfeeding - thinking about a playground flashmob :0

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

I just want ower side milk

10.50am Decide to do some gardening
Get tools
Sit down to weed
Millie needs a poo
Come back to garden
Millie 'helps'
Clear Millie mess
Stick fork in ground
Millie wants on
Clear some weeds
Millie wants her ride-on 
Clear more weeds
Millie starts removing bulbs 
Put bulbs back
Millie wants milk
11.15am sit and listen to music in sunny garden whilst feeding Millster

<3 Roll with it. The best years of Millie's life <3

What are you trying to do today?

Saturday, 30 August 2014

FB or bust: plug me in please

On my very very slow journey of self discovery, happiness and learning not to 'give a fuck' and be that strong confident mum I profess to want to be on my blog title, I am finding myself conflicted. 

The last time I came off Facebook for a few weeks, we found a new home! I've now been off for nearly a couple of months enjoying that new home!! Part of me really thinks the FB break gave me the time to contemplate the situation and then deal head on with hubby about our living arrangements.  I keep imagining what would have happened if I had just carried on complaining on FB about the old place and the neighbours and the this and the that and just carried on putting up with my situation hoping things would get better. I know for a fact that the support I received on FB also spurred me on to making a change. And there is my quandary.

For a start, the repetitive nature of FB (seeing the same memes and articles) irrationally irritates me. I keep wanting to shout 'where have you been? I knew/saw/laughed/gasped at that aaaaaaaages ago'. 

The different time zones and paces of life on FB means I sometimes miss connecting with certain people and then it's becomes hard to follow their story. There's a lot to catch up on sometimes and feels hard to ask 'WTF? are you talking about' because most people have limited time and that kind of question requires longer responses and an actual real time dialogue! 

Apparently, 'I haven't been on FB for a millisecond' isn't an adequate excuse anymore! Soon it will be streamed live into our brains and diminish the capacity for original thought. 

The other annoying thing with the time zones is I end up staying on FB for so much longer than I had planned because I want to scroll right back through the whole day or two or however long I was away from it just to catch up with all sides of the globe.  I acknowledge that this is probably a 'my addictive personality' annoying thing rather than entirely FB's fault but I do think FB has a lot to answer for too. It's a bit like giving a gambler a freebie at the casinos every so often. 

Hello my name is Miriam and I am a FB addict. 

The final thing about FB is, it is very very hard to have an opinion and keep it without someone somewhere getting really nasty shit on you because they disagree with you. It's uncalled for and doesn't really happen in real life, does it?. That level of nasty can be quite upsetting at times especially for someone as emotional and sensitive as I am realising I am. 

Anyway for all those negatives, I keep coming back to the one crucial crutch that keeps FB going....

Being off the main wall and my groups has been good for me and my addictive personality but I'm finding I'm really missing connecting with my FB friends. 

I have been so busy with the moving and the summer holidays and the country life that it's only in the rare quiet moments do I realise, I am still quite isolated here and it was comforting having all my FB friends, some who are now IRL friends, so 'on hand'.  

My quest to find new friendships here is a slow going process and with the kids back at school the quiet moments are becoming longer.  

So that's my quandary. I don't know what to do! 

What did people do before???!

I used to be a prolific letter writer. If you fancy becoming pen-pals with us. Drop me an email: Miripips@hotmail.com 
My girls love sending wee letters to friends. 

Even better...want to come for a visit? Having a shot of the electric chainsaw is mandatory!!

Meltdowns: sister frustrations
Losing the Plot: the air is really doing me good
Breastfeeding: and gardening

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

It's not about you

Even after all these years my mum is still quite defensive about my parenting style. 

She has kindly offered to be with Millie for 4 hours whilst I do my breastfeeding training course. It's the longest Millie has been away from me (not including daddy) and it's a whole new experience for her. 

Last week was her first week and even though she ended up having a lovely day with my mum, she still expressed the desire not to be left without me. She wasn't distraught or upset about it happening, but she made it clear she wasn't too chuffed about it. Talking about this week she again, simply and clearly and expectantly, told me she didn't want me to go. I went through similar with my other girls at nursery but they were older. 

The night before, I was trying to explain to mum that I would see how she reacted. I would bring her over with an expectation that she would stay but that I knew she wasn't keen. I received the usual 'oh they need to get used to not being with you' line. 

For our family, the premise of an emotionally secure, happy, confident, capable child is based on a healthy attachment to a primary caregiver. Early years attachment has far reaching positive consequences for the child. 

In order for this to effectively work, the child needs to feel secure and confident that their primary caregiver is available and capable of providing for their needs. For a newborn, this equates to almost 24/7 care (practical, emotional and boobal!!) and constant reassurance that they won't be abandoned or left to fend for themselves. Newborns needs are constant and demanding! 

As a child grows, so too does their confidence and security and comfort level at being left with a secondary caregiver. A child first needs to have dependence which leads to codependence which will eventually lead to healthy independence. 

In the absence of the main caregiver, the child needs to know the secondary caregiver has the abilities and skills in order to help them feel comfortable and secure in their situation. This relationship takes time to develop and for a young child to get to that point may take some time. 

Prematurely severing attachment has long term consequences. Rushing the attachment/detachment process at a young age, can lead to connection problems, which can manifest in what are generally termed 'behaviour problems'.  Whenever there are ongoing issues (or meltdowns) it is usually down to connection. 

It's always good to be reminded that the long term goal, really does takes longer!!

So back to my situation, whilst *I* know my mum loves Millie and they have a great time together, and as my mum said she can manage if Millie becomes upset, I had to remind her that this isn't about me and it isn't about her. This is about seeing it from Millie's point of view. This is about Millie feeling secure and ready to be separated for an extended period of time from me.

Although I didn't say this out loud, it is also definitely not about 'managing' or 'dealing with' an upset child!!

I am in the fortunate position that it's not truly necessary for her to stay as she is able to come with, so she has the opportunity to ease into the transition.  

I feel great pain towards those that truly are unable, yet want to be with their child. It must take a lot of instinct squashing and heartache to do especially when even younger.

Had that option not been available and she were to become more adamant or distraught at me leaving, I would need to listen to her and re-evaluate our arrangement. I would most likely need to reconsider the course for another time. 

Dismissing her feelings or denying her emotions are not conducive to a happy secure Millie. Or a happy relaxed me.  It more often than not leads to a more needy girly who requires additional connection to feel balanced again. 

Losing the plot - mainly over sibling rivalry. Must reread'finish' the book. 
Meltdowns - few and far between...today
Breastfeeding - doin' a course. I'm gonna be legit not just some boob shoogling loony!!

Monday, 25 August 2014

....and then you go and spoil it all by saying something stupid....

Farmer John came by today, first time I've spoken to him since the field debacle. The field was mowed and the grass removed by the best looking machines! I stood and watched them for ages. So hypnotic!!

He pointed out that he had nailed our birdhouse in place against the wind which I thought was unusually  sweet of him. I hadn't even noticed!

Then, in his usual way, he made grumpy comments about our garden needed sorting, grass mowed hedges cut etc. I asked if he had seen the work I had done, weeding and wood chipping. He seemed unimpressed. Pah! *I'm* impressed with my work even if he isn't!!

Then he starts on about the girls going up the road on their bikes and how they shouldn't be and how the boys on the tractors go really fast and he went on and on about it again (he mentions it every time I see him).  I suggested he speak to his boys and remind them that there are kids out playing and I'll speak to my girls again. I know he is just worried for their safety but I am not curbing my kids freedom just to placate him. It's a relatively quiet country road which leads to a country estate a few miles down so it's not a through road to anywhere. They are only going less than half a mile to a friends farm. The girls know to keep to the side and be vigilant. I believe they are old enough to manage and this nanny state that we live in where mums are going to be prosecuted for leaving their kids to play in a play park is becoming completely ridiculous.

Anyway, back to Farmer John. It was all going so well and then he goes and spoils it all by asking if we've sorted a gate yet to lock the kids in!!!

I calmly said well actually, I think we've changed our mind about a gate and they are not animals to be fenced in!!

Meltdowns - none!
Losing the Plot - none, the tractors hypnotised me and calmed me down!!
Breastfeeding - as ever

gathering the grass....

raking the grass.......

Friday, 22 August 2014

Finally, the day has arrived!!

Monumentous occasion today for our wee family. 

We are finally flexi-schooling!! Many of you know I have always wanted to homeschool, so this is our compromise :)

We will be going to Nurture in Nature in the morning and then the girls will be going to RE in the afternoon. 

Of course on our first day of flexi, it is absolutely bucketing but that hasn't stopped the girls enthusiasm and the theme is water so that works!! 

We are kitted up and ready to greet nature and all her elements. 

A whole new chapter for us all. So very exciting!!!

Meltdowns - over a sugar packet!
Losing the plot - too busy 
Breastfeeding - unusually not in the rain today 

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Of all the mums in all the school!!

I am sitting in the empty play park across the road from the school having dropped the girls off (on time, well a few mins before the bell) and I'm noticing little groups of mums chatting. I'm wishing some would come into the park with their little ones but one do. I realise the only way to get this mum ball rolling is to just walk up to a group and introduce myself. I chicken out of the first group, too big, too far away, Millie stills wants to be in play park, excuses excuses!! 

On the way back to the car I see two mums outside the gate and just go for it. "Hello!!" I say. "I'm new here, I have a kid in p4 and p2.", how about you?" Turns out they are new too with P1's, one of them had followed the school bus as her wee boy had insisted he wanted to go on it alone and she wanted to make sure he didn't pop over to the play park instead!! I ask about any groups for Millie and find out about that. We stand chatting for a bit and I tell them where we've moved from and to and how my girls seem happy and are already talking about this friend and that friend and it's such a difference from the previous school where it was so cliquey and I'd often be heartbroken watching Ellie sitting alone in the playground. 

Suddenly another mum comes striding up calling my name!!!??? "Hello, you probably don't remember me, we went to school together, you haven't changed a bit!!" Turns out she lives in the next wee village along and her son is in Ellie's class. I invited them over any time to play.

Soon we all dispersed and I walked with 'busmum' back to the car. We stop and chat a bit more. She has a 4m and is worried about her not getting enough milk and thinking of mix feeding. Of all the people to tell that too! How serendipitous!! I advise her that baby is probably upping her milk supply and her body knows what to do and makes the perfect amount, she is still early days post partum, she should be taking it a bit easier (hard with another kid!)

Now hear comes the craziest part.  I'm sure I've mentioned before I have this weird intuition thing, well it kind of extends to freaky coincidences too. 

Well, 'busmum' turns to me and says "Actually I know the house you live in, that was my family home and I grew up there with my two sisters. I was so happy to hear from my dad (who lived there 40yrs) that another family with 3girls had moved in". I was gobsmacked. I of course invited her over any time she wants to because she said her wee boy keeps asking to see inside. She was delighted. We swapped numbers. 

Of all the mums to pick to chat to!! 

Fingers crossed the girls continue to enjoy their first week and I continue to meet friendly mums who have a crazy connection to my life in some way!!

Meltdowns - a few after school tired ones from Maia 
Losing the Plot - far less this week although getting pissed off with lack of help from girls
Breastfeeding - using ma skillz!!

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Wild outside girls

We've been back from LFC camp for a couple of days now but Ellie and Maia still think they are outside. They are still shouting. Still running about (inside and between rain storms). Still playing. Still laughing. Still fighting. Still being wild care free independent children. I love it!! The shouting is getting a bit much for us but it's still brilliant. They still think the tv isn't working (although Ellie woke up and came in whilst we were watching a fim, maybe she'll have been too sleepy to remember!!) but they finally have their tablets connected to the internet.

It's slowly creeping back in to their time but not even half as much as it was before (practically 24/7). I do think I will have to keep a watchful eye on their screen time but I would SO love for them to be able to carry on self regulating but I worry that with school starting soon and there being less hours in the day to use the tablets, they will increase their tablet time rather than their 'play' time.

Before camp I suggested to the girls that they only go on them twice a day for an hour or so and they seemed amenable to it but I couldn't really work out how to 'police' such a thing without 'dictating' and I didn't want it to become something I would have to enforce. All of which..police, dictate, enforce really doesn't sound so wonderful to me.  I envisioned me giving them their tablets (which would mean having to hide them) then forgetting they were on them whilst I was busy doing mum things and before I know it, it's lunchtime!! Either that or I would say, "ok times up" and they would say no and I would make an attempt to take it off them, feel like I would have to somehow physically remove the tablets and be mean nasty mum and then change my mind, wanting to avoid the conflict!!! 

At the end of camp, Ellie asked me to do something her friend gets called "tablet time". She seemed quite enthusiastic about it, having completely forgotten we had discussed this very idea not ten days prior.

Perhaps they *will* be able to turn them off if I suggest it. So far I haven't needed to. I haven't felt they've been on them way too much, to the detriment of other play possibilities. Mind you it has only been two days!!! To aid in our downsizing media time, I have decided to deactivate from Facebook for a while longer. It's been almost a month and with the busyness of moving and the craziness of camping, it's actually not been *that* hard. I know though, for an addict and socialbee like me, it will be harder and harder to avoid FB time as the nights draw in and the girls are back to school!!!

Here's hoping the lure of the countryside and the new house exploration and the 'not yet connected tv' will be enough to keep them busy otherwise it's going to be a whole load of stressy tablet time hassle I don't need (and I'm sure they don't want either)!!!! 

Meltdowns - Millie is joining the ranks
Losing the Plot - usually starts about 4.36pm
Breastfeeding - in all honesty I'd be keen for it to stop, well maybe not completely.