Ramblings Of A Mama

It's been a while.  Long time no see.  Been busy.  All that jazz.  I've also had no idea what to write about, partly because it seems that since becoming a Mum I have these fairly regular brain farts where everything that I know or am capable of doing well goes out the window, and partly because I got too caught up in, and concerned with what I 'should' be writing about. And that's not really what this gig is about.  Not for me anyway. It's supposed to be something that I can pick up and put down as and when this crazy old show called Motherhood lets me. Somewhere that I can ramble away about the strength it took me not to hit the gin at 3pm when the two small humans were testing everything I had by being, quite frankly, little gits.  By the same token, I want to shout from the comfort of my sofa when they have those utterly delightful days {rarer, but they have been known].  And also, about other things.  Anything.  Whatever takes my fancy really & without too much thought or it being too contrived.

On that front, I have decided to link my IG profile to the blog so, if by some weird internet mis-hit or typo, you have found me via a different route, then it would be lovely to see you over there.  You can find me at @popsieandherpages - It turned out I was utterly rubbish at keeping more than one account going and as much as I wanted to shield my visiting friends from the true reason for the clothes pile, I also wanted to talk about the little balls of character that make my life so crazy & manic but massively full and rewarding.  So, here we are.  And I guess on that note, maybe a little bit about us might be a good idea.  I'm Mrs P, or Pops if we're friends {a nickname given to me by my Dad when I was a teeny, screaming bundle of noise & which has stuck ever since}.  I am a 33 {for now} Scot who moved South 18 years ago, met a boy, fell in love, married him & had two awesome babies.  Not necessarily in that order; it was more love, baby, six weeks later a wedding and then the other baby came along.  Anyway, we live in Surrey and those babies turned into Juno & Herbie, the two most amazing little humans who keep Mr P and I on our toes daily & take every part of us, and some, but somehow they give it back ten fold.  We both work & juggle the whole kid thing between us &, like every other parent out there, have moment of 'how the actual fuck are we going to do this'  But we do.  And we have two happy, healthy kids who, for all the promises from people that we were making these massive rods for our own back through the way we parent, are giving us the proof we need daily to stick our fingers up and poke our tongues out at them {blog post on that to follow as it's one I think I could write all day long about}.  We also have a dog called Dan.  He's massive and a total pain in my arse but we wouldn't be without him now.  Most of the time.

We've had a busy few weeks and it's all change again soon.  Herbie turned 4 last week, though, he think his birthday was Saturday rather than last Tuesday! Parents of the year, right?! There was good reason though, they were both at school and us at work, and apart from the fact our kids need dragging out of bed on a school morning to make it on time, anyone that knows the blonde beast that is Herbie, knows that there is no way that you are separating him from that new 3ft Batman toy he just opened! I doubt we'll ever get away with it again but it worked out really well, and it's one to tell him when he's 18!

Speaking of school, we are on the home run for the end of term and almost 3 months of Summer holidays.  The next two week is full of trips, sports days, parent teacher evenings & trips - and I somehow need to remember and be prepared for all of them.  Not. A. Chance.  But thankfully I have some top Mama friends who know I am shit {human} and so send me texts to remind me of the important stuff like feeding them and getting them to school each day. It's then a long arsed holiday where we desperately try to entertain them and juggle work and then come September, Juno will be in Year One.  Or that Herbie could be going into Reception. They both seem so little still.  And it's for this reason that Herbs will spend another year in nursery, just like J did.  They are both Summer babies and it has worked perfectly for Juno & we feel it will for Herbs too, and that's all we can ever do.  Go on what we feel is going to be best for these precious little humans you have made and who carry your heart around with them.

Right now though, I can hear them causing a level of destruction in their bedroom which I am half tempted to leave, but should probably go and investigate to save both their almost guaranteed Lego to the foot injury and my sanity.  And maybe tomorrow, I might get another ten minutes and I will write about something with an actual point to it.