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We’re Coming out of Lockdown!

I cannot believe it! We are finally going to be free from this dreadful lock down. The government has decided that we can meet up with friends and families again, and if we follow the stages laid out by them we should be back to normal by JUNE 2021.

I can’t say that I fully believe their pledge, but I am ready for the freedom to begin. It has been soo long since we last got to see my parents and grandparents, and I’m really feeling alone.

When we first went into lockdown anxiety bloomed and depression set in. We were alone. My support network were stripped from me. And because of the technicality of having a lodger in my house I wasn’t eligible to go and see my family as a bubble. My Nan who I saw every single week for lunch, no matter what, was suddenly removed from my weekly routine, and I could only speak to her on a video call when we got a chance. I miss our lunch dates we used to have. I miss my mum and I miss being able to get out of the house and having other people helping me with my very active toddler.

We are so excited to see our family, but more importantly I am excited to be able to get out of the house, and make memories with Isabelle that doesn’t involve the house. The first thing I want to do is to take her to the Zoo. She has been begging me for the last 2 months, so I think that is definitely the first thing we should be doing. (Don’t worry there will most definitely be a video and blog about it!). I can’t wait to see her face as she gets to go to these amazing places that we used to go to almost monthly.

She’s also super excited to be able to go swimming again, an activity she used to do on a Saturday morning with her Nanna. Indoor soft play, and just in general seeing all of her friends again.

You see us adults tend to forget just how hard the children have had it. I’m not on about the teenagers – I see hundreds of them every day at work in groups when they shouldn’t be and being a general nuisance – but the younger children. The ones who aren’t allowed to go out on their own, who don’t have a mobile phone to be able to contact their friends, the ones who can’t yet read or write, who are only just learning about the world. They had their friends stripped from them. Their weekly routines turned upside down. All with no understanding of why this is happening.

Yes we are excited that the pubs are opening back up, and that the shops will finally be opening their doors to us. Yes we are glad we can go out for a meal again in a restaurant, but our children have had it much harder. Being taught at home by your parents is no fun matter, for either party.

We are coming out of lockdown, but I honestly think the first couple of months should be a celebration for the children, BEFORE we celebrate in the pubs.

HEY let’s take the kids out and then have our friends over in the evening! Or let’s take the kids out with our friends. I know that’s what I will be doing. My best friend and I are already planning our first outing which is going to end in a girls night in, with the kiddies having a sleep over at one of our houses.

Let me know what you’re most looking forward to coming out of lockdown.

Do you have any plans already?

Much love

xoxoxox

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Chocolate Heaven Cake

Who doesn’t like a chocolate cake?

While we are stuck in another lock down, we need a pick me up, and this cake has definitely been that for us. It is very light, and moist, and the flavour is intense and just delicious. With a dark chocolate and white chocolate ganache to fill and top the cake, this cake really does hit the spot when you are in need of that sweet treat.

I have always loved a chocolate cake, and the best part was always that I would help my mum in the kitchen to make one. The recipe that I have used today is actually from Mary Berry, as I have lost my mums recipe and am in need of replacing it as soon as possible. (I haven’t got the heart to tell her I’ve lost it). What I think makes anything you cook and bake taste even better is when you make it with your mum, (or daughter/son), and I definitely think this cake tastes better for me and Isabelle compared to everyone else who has tried it.

So here is my take on the Mary Berry recipe that I have adapted for us, and made the only way I know how. (I only used the ingredients she gives, I didn’t follow her instructions).

Ingredients

  • 250g Self Raising Flour
  • 250g Butter / Margarine
  • 250g Caster Sugar (I used Brown Sugar)
  • 4 Eggs
  • 2 tsp vanilla essence
  • 4 tsp cocoa powder (Isabelle did 6, I didn’t really mind, and it tasted great so she must know something)

For the Ganache’s

  • dark chocolate (we used the sharing bag of Bournville chocolate buttons)
  • White Chocolate (We used the sharing bag of dairy milk white chocolate buttons)
  • Single Cream (we were supposed to use double but single cream was all we had)
  • Icing sugar (I have no idea how much I just did it by eye)

When you cook and bake all the time, or a lot, measurements tend to go out the window. Usually I try to take a note of how much ingredients I am using but sometimes it is nearly impossible.

Method

  1. Line 2 cake tins with greased proof paper, and preheat the oven to 180 degrees
  2. Cream the sugar and butter together
  3. Add in flour and mix
  4. Next add the rest of the ingredients, leaving out the cocoa powder, and mix well. I use an electric whisk to do this to get as much air into the mixture as possible.
  5. Add in the cocoa powder and continue to mix until the batter is smooth and airy.
  6. split mixture into 2 and pour into lined cake tins.
  7. put into oven for 20-25 mins until cooked all the way through.

Tip: Don’t open the oven door until the cake is cooked as it will spoil the rise.

To Make the GANACHE

  1. Melt the chocolate (you are making 2 ganaches, one white chocolate and one dark chocolate so melt the chocolates separately)
  2. Mix in 2 tbsp of single cream. You are looking for a thick cream consistency, continue to add cream by tbsp until it reaches this consistency.
  3. Add in 2 tbsp of icing sugar.
  4. Mix well – this will cause the creamy texture to toughen a little.
  5. Decorate on cake. White chocolate in the centre of the sandwich and dark chocolate on the top.
  6. ENJOY!!

I hope you enjoyed this recipe, if you have any questions feel free to contact me and ask me anything. I am always happy to help.

Much Love

If you wish to see my car crash of a tutorial please see my video below.

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We Forgot to Put the Bins Out!

Hello everyone, this post marks the beginning of my daily blogging of my everyday life, and as usual we are never short of a laugh or a little bit of drama. Hey! That’s families for you.

Well yesterday was bin day, and we are still trying to get rid of the rubbish we have accumulated over Christmas. It would appear that when you have Christmas at home you end up with a lot more rubbish than usual. We had finally got down to 1 more bag to be put in the bin and then we would be officially caught up. We have been using the bins as normal and then throwing in the Christmas rubbish as we put the bin out to be collected.

Well this week! This week has been a bit different, and our normal routine has been all over the place. Two staff members have been on holiday, which has meant we have been working on different days of the week, and with different staff members too. (Shouldn’t really happen due to the pandemic but it can’t be helped in this situation.) So we ended up not remembering what day it is, or what happens on those particular days due to the fact that our routines are completely wrong. Has anyone else had this before, or is it just me?

It’s Thursday morning 9am, and I wake up to the sound of a bin being emptied outside my house. (Isabelle was at her dads as I was working Wednesday Evening), I sit bolt upright, look out the window, and sure enough there is the bin truck collecting the bins. By the time I get downstairs and open my door to send my bin to the end of my drive in the hopes that it is collected, the truck has gone.

Turned out we had the wrong bin out at the end of our drive.

The Black bin. Why did we have the black bin at the end of the drive?

I literally just sat there and laughed.

“Oh well that’s another 2 weeks now before we can get rid of the recycling.” I say to myself (out loud) as I close the front door and creep back upstairs to get dressed and ready for the day ahead of me.

When I tell my house mate what has happened he laughs and takes me into the garden…… there down the side of the house is another 3 bags of recycling that need to be rid, plus the 2 large cardboard boxes we have been using as a recycling bin inside, and then everything we will accumulate over the next fortnight! Yup, we’re going to have recycling rubbish sat in our house for at least 2 months.

So now we have a garden we can’t really sort out because of the recycling, and a bin we cant fill up because it is already over full. Something tells me this year is going to be a year full of silly things like this. I THINK I’M LOSING MY MIND!!!

I honestly can’t wait for lock down to be over. I need to see my family, and I need to be able to get out of this house. I am going stir crazy. The only places I go at the moment (much like everyone else in the country) is work, the school gates and my house, and the occasional food shop in Aldi. I think it’s time for a long break, away from the house.

I hope you enjoyed my story.

Please let me know if you experience anything like this with your day to day jobs.

Much love

Emma xx

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A day in the life of a Newsagent Supervisor

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Nobody ever talks about what it’s like to work in retail. Why? I don’t know, maybe it’s a fear of losing their job and upsetting their boss, or it’s just because they don’t want to relive the experience. I’m going to change this, I am happy to share my experiences with you so that you can see what it’s really like to work in retail, why retail workers complain about their jobs but also love it.

You will find weekly updates on my vlog channel, but for today here is an introduction to my A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A RETAILER series.


Why does working in retail automatically give everyone the right to think they can treat you with no respect? They complain about every little thing, they dont even give you a chance to explain.

“This product was £1 last week why has it gone up to £1.50” before I can answer a demand to speak to the manager.

The truth of the matter is, I AM the shift MANAGER so your stuck talking to me. Also that product was cheaper last week as it was on promotion. This week is another product.

Then we get the same people every day walking into the store claiming they have “forgotten” their mask. I just look at them like “funny, its every time you come to this store that you have “forgotten” your mask”. Or we get the opposite, someone coming in thinking they have the right to abuse our one way system and demanding that everyone wear their masks despite the fact they arent wearing theirs properly.

And let’s not get me started on the news delivery customers. You get your newspaper delivered to your house, cant you just be grateful it turns up at all, rather than ringing to tell me that you wont be paying for delivery today as your paper was 10 mins later than yesterday?

A. The staff I see on the weekends are different to the staff who deliver during the week.

B. You will be paying for delivery as your newspaper was in fact delivered.

C. As long as you have your paper by 9am (baring in mind we open at 7am) I think that we should call that a success

Another thing that grinds my gears, is when the shop has just been unlocked. Not open, not set up ready for trade, no, just the front door being unlocked and then idiots decide it is their right to be served 1hr before store opening. On a sunday. Has noone heard of sunday trading hours? I cannot serve you because it will be illegal, I will not serve you as my job is worth more to me than 1 poxy paper.

What most customers don’t understand, is that we don’t get treated great by our head office. We are forced to work long hours, we have no overtime pay. We are forced to work Christmas day and customers have the cheek to claim that it is wrong yet STILL COME TO THE SHOP on CHRISTMAS DAY! We get no break at all. So when someone comes in feeling hard done-by because something is not quite what they were expecting, it’s no wonder we literally roll our eyes and sigh. Sorry Karen but a chocolate bar which is broken is not a problem, you’ll only break it to eat it anyway. *inserts fact palm emoji*.

I’m looking forward to opening up this segment of my blog, as I work 3 days a week and every single shift I has is completely different to the last. Look out for my vlogs and live posts as something happens or is fresh in my mind.

I hope you enjoy what is to come as much as I am going to enjoy showing what it’s really like to be a retail worker. ESPECIALLY during this time of the year.

Much love x

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A Day in the Life of Mum

Being mum can be a little bit monotonous sometimes. We have the same jobs to do, and we usually end up with the same results. Having children brings a lot of chaos, mess and energy. It often leads to a lot of laughter, and fun, but also you can end up with stress.

When having a child the first thing you have to remember is that YOU CANNOT CONTROL EVERYTHING. Even if you try to control something, more often than not that little monkey will have a plan of their own which scuppers anything you have already thoughtfully and lovingly planned out.

I used to plan almost every inch of my day out before having Belle, but after the first few months, despite the fact that I had kept to a routine I learnt that a routine is literally the ONLY thing I could control about my day. Children have no concept of time, they have no concept of how long something takes to do, or of the consequences of their actions. What looks and sounds great on paper is something that a child might not even understand of want to do.

So here is a small insight to a

“normal” day:

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6:30am – Chaos begins. Belles runs into my bedroom full of life and determined to have that morning cuddle in mummy’s bed before getting up and ready for the day. So in she gets and we have this wonderful sleepy cuddle as we slowly wake up. (by we I mean me.)

7am – Time for us to get dressed, do our teeth and brush our hair (basically just get ready for the day.) I let Belle choose her clothes for the day for when she finishes school and then we migrate downstairs.

7:30 – 8am – Breakfast time, usually a bowl of cereal and a slice of toast for my little one (and if still hungry a banana). For me a cup of tea and slice of toast.

8-8:30am – a couple of cartoons as I clean the kitchen ready for the rest of the day, and then its coats and shoes on, and then we’re off to school.

9am – a little more cleaning of the rest of the house, then a nice sit down with a cup of tea and watching some news. I will also have a shower, do my hair/makeup, so I feel like myself. This is the only time of the day I get to myself so here I like to relax.

11:30am – leave to go and collect Belles from nursery.

Midday – Lunch and a wind down from school for half an hour.

12:30pm – time for some afternoon activities. Anything from baking, lego/duplo, dolls house, arts and crafts. Just whatever I feel like doing for the day with Belle. Occasionally it will be us leaving the house for the day to visit friends or family members, which stops us both from going stir crazy.

During this whole period my house will be destroyed. It will look like a tornado has hit, or like I haven’t even bothered with the house for the last week. It bothers me yes, but as long as Belle is having fun that is what matters.

5:00pm – Dinner time. I start this around 4/4:30pm and then always aim to sit down for dinner at around 5pm. The timings are approximate but the goal is there.

From there on it is our bedtime routine, which consists of a bath which lasts about half an hour. 3 books to read together, and then a song before going to sleep. Once Belle has gone to bed that is when I tidy up any left over toys from the day, clean the kitchen once more, and settle down to write my blog.

My Time with Belle

I love the time I get with Belles and I try to cherish every moment I get. She goes to her dads 3 nights of the week due to my job and the mum guilt I feel is so strong that I feel bad for wasting a day with her. My ultimate goal every day is to have a lot of laughter and things to do so we can have quality time together. Even when we have a movie day and sit in front of the TV I try to make it as special as I can, Popcorn, blankets, and a few little games that we can do.

What I want you all to realise is that no matter how much you want that clean and tidy house, for a child a clean and tidy house is torture. Let them mix their toys up, it encourages their imagination. Let them empty the entire contents of a toy box or drawer – how will they learn about anything if they always have to think about being tidy.

I do have rules in my house, and one of those rules are that if she wants to play with something new and stop playing COMPLETELY with the toys she already has out, then the current toys have to be put away first. However if she was playing with her dolls house and decided that her Lego people wanted to move next door and interact with her dolls house, then GO FOR IT BABY! I love to see a child play properly using their imagination and working out how things can fit together.

The time we get with our little ones is so short that we can’t worry about the mess that they bring, and the state of the playroom/ living room/ bedroom. We should be focusing on them and how their little brains work, encouraging them to do more, and being there for them to help them become the person they are inside.

My role of mum is the most important role that I will ever have. What I decide to do with my little girl shapes her future. I read with her as much as she wants me to, and I join in with her when she is playing. I use arts and crafts and baking to break up monotonous activities, such as TV. I want her mind to be stimulated so she constantly learns.

This is how I run my house. It is definitely going to be different from everyone else, but also similar in some aspects. We are all different and every child is different aswell. Only you as the parent will know what stimulates your children the most, and your daily routines will echo this.

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Much Love

xx

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Trick or Treat!

Halloween is just around the corner, and already the discussion with most parents is “trick or treating”.

With Covid-19 still being incredibly prominent in the world at the moment, the general consensus with most parents is that the Trick or Treat tradition is cancelled this year. I have never really liked Halloween. I guess that I just don’t really get why we “celebrate” this day, its the end of October and the end of most harvests leading us into winter. But why do we have one night celebrating all the things that scare a child; witches, zombies, vampires, ghosts etc.

I get that it is an American tradition, but why do we have to celebrate it in the UK. We don’t celebrate other American days such as Independence Day or Thanks Giving.

So what I am starting off to say is that I have never really “got” Halloween, and therefore I have never really “celebrated” it.

Why I am Against Trick or Treating

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My little girl will NEVER go trick or treating. I do not believe that I am being cruel, but I believe that the simple act of going door step to door step begging for sweets goes against many of my beliefs.

  1. We should NEVER take sweets off a stranger!
    • For some reason on Halloween it is acceptable to take sweets off a stranger despite the fact that we teach our children that we shouldn’t ever take sweets off a stranger. I feel this is a little hypocritical.
  2. Knocking on everyone’s doors
    • The elderly especially really hate this season as they have so many people knocking on their doors. They worry about who could be at their door, and whether they are genuine trick or treaters or scum bags attempting to rob them blind.
  3. Children essentially BEG for sweets
    • Are we teaching our children that it’s ok to beg others for food? I don’t like this concept. Also has no one read the story of Hansel and Gretel?! Does no-one remember that it is sweets that are used to lure the children in?
  4. Celebrating the things that SCARE our children
    • This one baffles me the most. Why are we expected to celebrate the things that scare our children most? Why do we encourage them to dress up as the things that make them scream (and not in a good way).
  5. Kids think its fun to EGG Houses
    • This one I do not get at all and it infuriates me. The fact that parents ALLOW their kids to do this and ruin peoples houses and cars is absolutely ridiculous. It makes me wonder if there are any good parents out there at all. The kids that egg houses and cars should be locked up to teach them a lesson.

As I said I DO NOT GET HALLOWEEN! Children should not be expected to celebrate it, and under no circumstance should they be expected to BEG for SWEETS from STRANGERS.

Halloween goes against anything that we as parents teach our children, and yet for some reason it seems to be ok. I’m not ok with this, and on the evening of Halloween you will find me sat in my living room watching the first CHRISTMAS film of the year in the dark. As my preparations for CHRISTMAS start from the beginning of November, for my favourite time of year.

Much Love

Emma x

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Postnatal Depression

It’s been a little over 3 years since I had my little girl, and I am still suffering with Postnatal Depression. The only problem is, that now she is not a baby anymore it can’t really be called “postnatal” anymore.

Whilst I know that it is there, and it can effect me sometimes terribly, I never let it rule who I am. My postnatal depression does not define who I am.

Thousands of women (and men as well) go through some sort of post-baby emotional rollercoaster. Many go undiagnosed and untreated leading to a whole new world of mental health problems. Postnatal depression and anxiety is incredibly common, and some don’t even realise they are suffering until they have been dealing with this overwhelming state of mind for months, or even years.

Sometimes it takes a friend or family member to point it out to you. Sometimes it takes a particularly hard day to open your eyes and realise you need help.

But this is my story!

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Effecting My Life

I noticed I was not feeling myself when Belle was just 6months old. I was crying a lot, and feeling constantly overwhelmed and out of my depth. I didn’t really think much of it though. A new baby, a new routine, and a massive change in life, it’s inevitable that you are going to feel overwhelmed and emotionally drained, right?

Apparently not.

Sometimes my mood would be so low that I wouldn’t be able to function. I would have days that I wouldn’t get dressed or even care about myself for weeks. I would be absent from my mind, meaning I was interacting with my daughter but not really paying full attention to everything. It’s a scary thought.

I would obsess over whether or not I was bonding properly with Belle, I would obsess over what I could do better, and how I could do things differently. Then as I realised that what I was feeling ticked all the boxes of Anxiety and Depression a wave of relief came over me, as I realised it was time to get help.

To this day my anxiety and depression effect my daily life.

If I arrange to meet up with someone but they have to cancel I have so many questions that it can really effect me for a few days, as my mood drops drastically.

“why did they cancel?”

“don’t they like spending time with me?”

“Why does everyone do this to me?”

“Is there something wrong with me?”

These are just a few of the questions that go round my head. As you can see, these questions bounce of each other and the more they circle around my head the more I fixate on the possible answers.

I basically end up making up a story in my head about the situation which is in no way at all true.

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This causes problems with my friends and my social life. Because who would want to spend time with someone who is constantly negative?! (see I’m doing it again!)

Feeling depressed and anxious 90% of the time leads you to feel ridiculously isolated and lonely, at a time when you need to be around everyone you know.

It’s tough. But when you notice you going into a drop, this is when GOOD friends are vital for survival.

A good friend will stay with you no matter the thoughts that go through your head. A good friend will constantly be there to help build you back up when you are on a down. Luckily for me I have ONE friend that I can always depend on to help me when I am down.

Reaching Out for Help

I reached out for help multiple times during the last 3 years, with my mood.

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I felt let down by the health professionals who are supposed to be there for you in the first year after having a baby. I told them how I was feeling. I told them how it was effecting me. I told the health visitor everything. She put me on a watch list for a few weeks, and then removed me because she only ever saw me on a good day.

I became good at hiding my emotions in public. To friends and family I was happy, and contented with my life. The one person who truly knew me, even believed that I was fine, despite the fact that I had told him everything!

After being ignored and released by the health visitor and doctors, I spent the next year living with depression and learning how to deal with it by myself.

It wasn’t until I split with my Ex that I finally reached out for help again. Due to Covid-19 the Doctor surgeries were asking patients to not suffer alone, and come to them if we notice any signs of depression at all. So I took them up on the chance when I had an appointment for something else. This is when I finally got the help I needed.

I had gained a lot of weight (in my eyes) through comfort eating, I had moved up 2 dress sizes and didn’t feel comfortable with my new size at all. I was constantly fatigued, and was barely functioning as a human being. Finally someone was happy to try and help me.

Their first point of call was to put me on medication – why do medical professionals ALWAYS do this? – I refused as I don’t want to mask the symptoms but deal with the cause.

They took blood tests to check my hormone levels (I don’t even know what for), and they put me in contact with a therapist.

From there on in, I have been fully supported and helped throughout my journey and I am so excited to see my life improve and my relationship with Belle get even stronger as she gets the mum she deserves returning.

You are not alone!

We are all in this together!

It takes a village to raise a child, we cannot do it all alone!

Love you all!

xx

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I Joined A Dating App

Oh my God!

I joined a dating app and I honestly thought that I was ready.

Apparently not.

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I loved the attention and talking to guys getting to know them etc. But when it came down to one guy wanting to meet up with me, I ran. I hid under the duvet in my bedroom and curled up into a ball. He was a great guy, and we totally got on, but I feel so horrible for backing out. I just couldn’t go through with it. I had so many thoughts going through my mind that they became all consuming, and too much for me to deal with.

Perhaps now just isn’t the time.

Or perhaps a dating app isn’t the right way of dating for me. I mean I was talking to a guy that I had met in person and felt much more comfortable with meeting up with him. Was it because I knew what he looked like, what he was like? Or was it just because I already kind of know this guy as we used to go to school together?

I don’t know.

But one thing I do know is that I was not comfortable with the idea of meeting up with a complete stranger! And I’m still not.

It’s funny isn’t it? You can feel really connected with someone over text messages, and the like, but when it comes to meeting up you completely freeze. I never thought that this would be a problem for me. I knew I wanted to start dating again, but perhaps it’s still too soon for me, in terms of meeting a stranger anyway.

Is it my own fault?

The problem for me is that I have a lot of criteria for a man to fall in to, and it’s partly because of the relationship I left, and partly due to being a single mum.

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  1. You should be taller than me, preferably a stubble but not absolutely necessary. (I want to be able to wear heels and not be taller than the guy, I know this makes me kind of shallow? (is that the word) but I want to feel comfortable at all times)
  2. Be good with children. Obviously. I have a daughter and you should be good with children as I can’t be with someone who isn’t and who doesn’t want children.
  3. You should be looking for a long term relationship, NOT a hook up! Yes by opening up an online dating profile I instantly found men who were looking for just a hook up rather than a meaningful relationship. Sorry guys! I’m not that desperate.
  4. Live near me. I can’t move from the town I am in, or at least not too far away. My little girls dad lives in the next town along, and my whole family live close by, they are my rock, I can’t leave them to move to the other side of the country.
  5. You should be fun. Obviously! I want to have a good laugh, go out and have a good time, and not feel like someone shoved into the corner at a party, or like I am forcing a sense of humour out of you.

This is my criteria, but I feel like it’s going to be too much to ask for from a man. Men are simple beings and I have seen a lot of them already run a mile when they find out I have a child. And it breaks my heart.

Plans for the future

So whilst I failed at using a dating app, and actually feeling comfortable with meeting up with someone that I “met” on one. I think that meeting someone in person and having a connection with them (old school like) is probably the best way forward for me.

Part of me thinks that I am slightly reluctant because I know that my Ex is no where near ready to start looking for someone else, despite the fact that I am. I am looking for companionship and someone to spend the evenings with when my little one is asleep. I just want a best friend who is always there for me, rather than someone who is more interested in their work than their family.

Whilst I have been attempting to go back into the world of dating, I think perhaps for now I will leave it. I’m not eager to get back into a relationship, and the thought of it at the moment is quite paralysing. For now I will just sit and wait, something will come to me eventually. (Especially when this lockdown finally eases!!) And I for one, am incredibly excited to see what the future has in store for me.

Much Love xx

Emma xx

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What’s the Deal With: Paw Patrol

It’s an innocent kids program but there are so many questions that come to mind when watching it.

Firstly, let’s not look at the new series which has just been released! Dinosaurs! seriously, so many questions there. How are the dinosaurs still alive? Do they go back in time when they visit the dinosaurs? Why are there more Turbots there? Where do the Turbots come from? Where does Taylor Turbot go to school, also how does she go to school? Why have we never heard about these Turbots before? Why aren’t the carnivorous dinosaurs a threat to the humans?

Yes, I really do sit there asking myself these questions.

Now to the really juicy bit. Mighty Pups! Could the writers not think of any other story line to make? Why not do an Alien story line, if the meteor hit. That’s surely the most logical. But superhero pups? And how did the meteor know what the pups strengths were, in order to emphasise them? Why do the pups paws glow, didn’t they see their own feet glowing when they got their “powers”.

Ok so now just to the main programme.

#1 dogs can talk – thats not particularly realistic really is it?

#2 only dogs can talk, all other animals are obsolete compared to dogs as they are unable to speak. Unless you are a master criminal CAT

#3 Where does Rider get all that money from, and all the equipment. He must be charging everyone for his services, and at a high premium too. Or perhaps there’s something else going on?

#4 Why aren’t all the children at school? We only see the younger children (Alex, and the twins) go to school, but Daring Danny X, Rider and Katy are all “working” rather than going to school. Aren’t they all like 10 or something?

#5 Where are the police/ fire services/ ambulance etc. Why do the Paw Patrol rule adventure bay?

#6 Why hasn’t Humdinger been jailed yet? He is a criminal and quite frankly not very nice, yet every time he breaks the rules he is let of with a “just yelp for help” in other words he is constantly forgiven, but why?

#7 How did Mayor Goodway get to be Mayor? She’s not particularly good at her job, and every time something goes wrong she has to call the paw patrol. Why? Can’t anyone in this town do something for themselves?

#8 How many bodies (pups and Rider) does it take to change a lightbulb? Every rescue that the paw patrol make seems to take up at least 3 bodies in total. When in reality it could just be done with 1 person, or occasionally 2. Why can’t Rider use a screw driver rather than making a pup do the handy work?

#9 Where are the parents? What has happened to Riders parents? Why don’t we ever see them? or hear about them? Actually come to think of it, where are any of the parents? Alex lives with his grandpa, why? and we never see or hear of any parents, just grandparents if we hear about any family members. do the writers have a problem with parents?

#10 How has Rider got a driving licence? Also how can the dogs drive? How has the town ended up being run by children who can do adult things?

#11 Why do the pups act so surprised when Rider calls them to the lookout when they are standing right next to him as he gets the phone call, or if they are the cause of the problem, or witnessed the problem? It just doesn’t make sense.

Please makers of Paw Patrol can you look into these problems and give us adults a solution or answer in one of your episodes? I feel like we all need this. But most of all, I just want to know WHERE ARE THE PARENTS and WHERE IS THE MONEY COMING FROM!

What questions do you have about Paw Patrol? Are you confused like me?

Much love xx

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My Baby Started School

How did this happen? She was just a little bundle a few months ago and now she 3 and going to nursery at school!

It’s been an emotional rollercoaster for me, she’s been loving it! Watching my little one go into this new school on her own, not being able to go in and find her peg with her, or make sure she’s set up for the day. I HATE YOU COVID-19!!! I shed a tear or two just watching her walk all by herself. She just looked soo small, and yet grown up in her uniform.

The biggest question I was asking myself though, was WHAT WILL I DO WITH THIS NEW FOUND FREEDOM?!

I decided to make use of the free time I have and work on my posts, so that I can relax in the evenings rather than work all day long. It worked amazingly and still does. Furthermore the few hours I have to myself are the perfect time for me to rejuvenate and do something for me. I dedicate 2 days a week to myself and the rest to housework or my blog. This way I am able to continue to feel me.

I do worry about the effects that Covid-19 will have on our little ones as they go to school. They can’t go in with their parents, they are forced to wash their hands constantly, and goodness knows what actually goes on behind closed doors. Isabelle constantly comes home happy and contented so I guess at least that is a good thing. But you still can’t help but wonder.

After School Activities

When Isabelle returns home from school we have gotten ourselves into a little routine. She comes back home and her lunch will be waiting for her. This isn’t always a lunch of sandwich style meals, but sometimes an evening meal instead. She returns home absolutely starving so it’s always best to feed her straight away for a happy afternoon of activities.

After we finish our lunch she will get changed out of her uniform and our activities for the day begin. This changes every day, sometimes its visiting family members (whilst we can) and sometimes its arts and crafts, and playing. It also tends to be a lot of baking, as when I get bored this is my go to.

Our days go by so quickly and she changes so much day to day. I want to cherish every moment and document everything we do together.

Do they ever slow down in their development? Why do they have to grow so quick? Where has my little baby gone?

One day her enthusiasm for school may change, and I will struggle to get her out of the house to go to school. At the minute she’s pushing me to leave the house (sometimes up to an hour early) as she loves it so much. I also love the fact that every day she has a new best friend. At least I know she’s not going to be like mummy, but instead surrounded by friends who absolutely adore her!

Much love to you all xx