My current definition of not again…

Trying to put trousers on a nine-month old. One leg on, almost got the other leg on but little miss flexes her legs and off comes the first leg. And off we go again and again…

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What’s in a name?

I have decided to rename my blog.  I spent an age at the start trying to think of a clever and catchy blog title for which I could also get the matching email address, hence why this blog has been entitled womaximum.  And even then the email address needed a 1 in it! As someone…

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Survived the first day back at work

Well the morning started like a dream.  To treat Mum for her first day back at work the wee blossom slept through the night, waking up or least waking me at a very respectable 6.40 this morning.  She had a great breast feed, and I even managed to feed her breakfast. However it was also a…

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This time next week

Well this time next week I will have finished my first week back at work; work weeks being three days for the next three months. How will I feel? As I have said to people in conversation I do not actually mind the idea of work, I like to exercise my mind. And before my…

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Tick tock, stop the clock

Well the clock is ticking down very fast now; in 27 days I will be back at work.  Hand on heart I do not want to be there.  It is funny, I came into motherhood thinking that the early part of having a child was something to get through, dirty nappies and not much else.…

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Like Mt Everest, only much, much smaller

I have finally conquered my personal Mt Everest – I have finished reading my first book since our baby’s arrival into the world last June.  It only took me three months. Just under half of the time my daughter has been alive.  As mentioned earlier, something I would have knocked off in about two hours…

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My current definition of wistfulness…

Wouldn’t it be nice to have every summer off… As I walked my daughter in the pushchair to the park today, in glorious sunshine, I suddenly realised the last time I hadn’t worked a summer was 1988.

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Oh-oh, yes I’m the great procrastinator…

Think Queen, imagine Freddy Mercury, and start reading this post by singing the following out loud: Oh-oh, yes I’m the great procrastinator…and that sums up the state of my craft projects. I purchased an overlocker just days before my daughter was born.  Having always coveted one, and with maternity leave upon me, I pictured myself spending some time…

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