I don’t know about you, but by the time the kids have bamboozled me with VPNs and V-Bucks, I feel a bit out of my parenting depth when it comes to keeping the kids safe online. But I’m pretty sure I’m not alone as a recent Net Mums survey found that nearly a third of parents let their kids use the internet without any restrictions. I’ll hold my hand-up to admit we’ve been guilty of that, leading to the “Sherril Coles boobies” search history discovery of 2015.View Post
We’ve tried no presents, presents and parred-back presents; we’ve gone away, stayed at home and invaded relatives houses en-masse. One thing I’ve learnt from our festive trials as a blended family – trying to ensure everyone feels like they belong and feels ‘at home’ – is that what we give, where we are or which parents’ house the kids are at on the actual day, has minimal impact on how festive we feel.
The magic, the sparkle and inner-belly warmth don’t come from the latest Xbox game or ‘must-have’ gizmo, they come from the Christmas traditions we’ve inherited and the ones we create as a family.View Post
Last week saw me put on my big girl pants and take the daunting leap of ‘going freelance’ for my day-job; running my mini PR, Digital Content and Marketing empire from my ergonomically challenged dining room table. After 5 years of working in-house, I decided it was time to work in my house to allow me the flexibility of being my children’s’ on-call taxi-driver/chef/sock-finder.View Post
It started on a murky, drizzly Wednesday morning in mid-January. The skies were grey, cosy Pjs were clad, Casper’s temperature was high and his nose was running an iron-man style marathon. He’d had a good night’s sleep, so while drowsy, he was still up for being entertained, toddler style! For a long time now we’d watched, re-watched and had the theme tune ear-worms of all the Casper friendly TV shows our subscriptions had to offer – and as pay day still loomed a couple of weeks away, buying my way out of what looked like another day of Paw Patrol series 1 bingeing wasn’t an option!View Post
I’ve heard “no one enjoys ironing”, well “hello”, call me a crease obsessed domestic freak ‘cos I bloomin’ love ironing! I’d almost go as far to say that with enough time to get my (ironing) kit out, it’s actually a pleasurable luxury – after all, nothing beats regaining half my wardrobe by freeing the garments from the shackles of the ironing basket; in essence, it’s like going shopping for new clothes while ticking a job off ‘the list’ which you can martyr yourself with at the altar of relationship chore-tit-for-tat at a later date, what’s not to love?!View Post