Diary of a haggard mother: my cheeky little valantine!



Ok, so Valantines day is a time to spread the love right? well my cutie pie youngest thinks so and sent me this adorable poem:

roses are red

violets are blue

if you love me

I love you!

cute huh!

On the flip side, my cheeky little man sends his poor old mum, aka me, this not so adorable ode:

Roses are red

and violets are blue

if you eat too much

you’ll get a big Bum

like mum!

Oh well guess you can’t win em all!

Kids God love em!


Diary of a haggard mother: Oh the joy of the dentist!


A trip to the dentist is always something I dread but it’s the waiting room that really gets my goat!

See something always goes down when my littlepoppits hit the scene, and our latest visit was no different!

My eldest heads for the joke book to continually recite jokes to all in earshot and many who are not! (kinda cute I guess). Meanwhile my boy has spotted the water machine and what with the lady next to him tutting and the pool of water on the floor, looks like he’s on cup 10 at least!

What to do, well right or wrong I told a porky, I quietly whispered that there was a camera connected to the police station watching and anymore messing around and we would probably get put in jail! That seemed to work and he moved away from the water machine pretty quick! So I was hopeful that I was looking like a good mum in control.

Not a chance, a quick glance to my left and my youngest is scoffing sweets she’s smuggled in past me!

Oh well. Kids god love em.

Shogatsu! Japanese New Year postcards


This is such a cute idea that we got from my daughters brownie book!

In Japan at new year, people send special postcards to their friends and family, to say thank you for their help in the past year.

It’s a really sweet way to say thank you to loved ones, and the kids had great fun making some for their grandparents.

Christmas paper dolly chain


014This is such a cute idea and a great project to enjoy with your littlepoppits. I adapted it from an extract to a gorgeous book Kirstie Allsopp Craft by Kirstie Allsopp.

Grab yourself:

  • 4 pieces of A4 sized paper
  • Pencil
  • scissors
  • double-sided sticky tape
  • Christmas doilies

How too:

  1. Fold a piece of paper in half, then in half again to make a concertina. Draw the outline of half a dolly, and cut it out.
  2. Repeat with remaining paper to end up with eight dollys and stick together with tape.
  3. Take a doilie and fold in half and then again. Cut along the folds to make four triangular dresses, snip the top and stick to your dolly.
  4. Take another doilie and snip off the lacy border. Fold into four equal pieces and stick to the back of your dolly to create wings.
  5. Add a little head-piece with any remaining scraps of doilie.
  6. using your pens draw on hair and faces.
  7. Staple a length of ribbon to each end and hang up.

Yay job done!

I got my christmas doilies from a charity shop, but you could use any doilie you can get your mitts on and jazz em up in christmasy ways!

Diary of a haggard mother: Please god not another sick bug!


my little poppits

Why does the dreaded sick bug always hit fast and without warning?

Surrounded by three very green looking littlepoppits you kinda know the sick bug has hit our gaff!

So armed with disinfectent, scrubbing brushes, n bowls let battle commence. I’m ready for ya!

Fighting talk I know but it doesn’t matter how many bowls I put by in our pad, my lot never use them, oh no. My darling littlehorrorspoppits much prefer any other place and are particularly attracted to my cream lounge carpet, which always takes a battering!

Anyways things were lookin up, all bases covered n clean. Then Nooooooooooooo my boy’s been hiding behind the sofa eating toast!

It took about 60 seconds and boom yeah enough said don’t you think!

Kids God love em!

Diary of a haggard mother: ‘I-spy warning!’


omg! I have so got to be more careful when playing I-spy.

You may say that I spy would be a lovely game to play with the kids, well sure you’d be right, but not in our gaff oh no, my littlehorrorpoppit sure messed that one up, here’s what happened:

Lets set the scene, I’m with my boy, were talking school trip, train ride and teachers (lot’s). So I’m thinking this is a good time for I-spy, how wrong I was!

Me: “I spy with my little eye something beginning with f”

Take a guess; forest, fun, fast train, you know the usual stuff nothing too hard right?

But no, my darling littlehorrorpoppit aint picking none of these oh no and says in his most angelic and very loud voice: “f**k mummy?”

Yeah I know cute huh!, so after scraping myself off the floor, I replied no sweetheart I was thinking farm ok! then very quietly (where did you get that word from-well mum your always saying not to say the f word and it just popped into my head). Great knew it would be my fault!

So let this be a warning to you, I-spy is not always a safe bet!

Kids god love em!

Diary of a haggard mother: a visit from the green eyed monster!


Don’t get me wrong, I love my littlehorrorspoppits like crazy, but I can’t stand their mate the green-eyed monster one iota, especially on his most recent visit!

It all started when……….

My gorgeous 9 month old nephew came to stay for the day.

My mini diva loves these visits, but only in small doses and it was only a matter of time before a mini diva tantrum erupted, and she was off to her room where it was quiet!, shouting that she is the baba mio of the family. (don’t know what she means either!)

My 9-year-old was soo soo good with him but, at the end of the day, when there was nothing left for me to do but walk around with said baby, comes “you never do that with me, you only care about the baby!” gees!

It was only my boy who didn’t take a hit from the monster, but then again he was just happy that he was getting away with playing his games console way much more than he should!

All in all we had a blast and it was cool to have a baby in the house again, but I could have done without the green-eyed monster tagging along!…that geezer has a lot to answer for!

So after explaining that my mini diva would always be my baba mio! and that would my 9-year-old really want me to carry her around the house? We prized my son off his games console, had a group hug and shut the door tight on that monster. Phew!

kids god love em!