They say a girls first love is their dad – and for me that’s true! Growing up I remember how hard my dad worked to provide for his family, striving to give us the life he wasn’t lucky enough to have himself growing up. He’s kind, gentle, funny, honest and loving and I consider myself very lucky to have him. I knew I wanted the father of my children to be every inch the man my dad was.
Dementia is overwhelming, not only for the people who have it, but also for their caregivers and families. I’ve experienced first hand the strain that having a relative with dementia can put on their loved ones. My nan was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease back in 2001 and the speed of her decline was frightening.
When Max was born I couldn’t wait to go tiny clothes shopping and as soon as I could walk (those damn stitches) I hit the shops, armed with the husbands debit card and was hell bent on doing some serious spending. But as I went from store to store I noticed something, I couldn’t miss it actually as it was glaringly obvious.
As most parents do, we’re keen to pass on our childhood memories to Max, so when the sun was shining this morning we grabbed the camera, hopped into the car and headed to our nearest bluebell woods about 30 minutes drive away. However Lady Luck wasn’t quite on our side.
Here in the UK we’re lucky enough to receive health care free of charge through the National Health Service (NHS), but sometimes this care may not be accessible right when you need it, be that due to waitlists or various other reasons. Did you know that a staggering 3.3 million people were on the NHS waiting list at the end of 2015?
It’s an unexpected and cruel twist of fate. You’re in the throws of adjusting to life with a new baby. Your extended beauty routine has been flung out of the window and has been downgraded to some dry shampoo, a mum-bun and a dab of blusher at best. So imagine the horror when your hair decides to have a mind of its own, go off the rails and start falling out!
As a busy Mum, it’s all too easy to become stuck in a routine that can become tiring and demanding. That’s why I strongly believe in the importance of mixing things up where possible and using this time of year to make way for a new challenge or project. So in the spirit of Spring cleaning – why not make that project a little makeover for your home? Afterall, a little redecorating and fresh lick of paint is the perfect way to blow away the winter cobwebs.
It seems like only yesterday I walked out of the office and started my maternity leave, full of excitement for the next chapter I had ahead of me. That was 13 months ago, a long time when you say it out loud. Yet here I am, sat here with my work bag packed, my lunch made, my clothes freshly ironed, ready for my first day back in work tomorrow.
As a little girl Mothers Day was a day I looked forward to. It was a chance to show my mum just how much she meant to me, and I loved nothing more than making her a homemade card, covered in hearts and glitter, and bringing her burnt toast and cold tea in bed.
For seven years I worked in London, commuting from my home in Essex everyday. On a good day my commute totalled three hours and consisted of a bus, train and tube. Over the seven years that works out to an impressive 4,830 hours, or depending on which way you look at it a staggering 201 days spent on public transport commuting to work!