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Things I Hate About Being a “Grown Up”*
Technically, I have been officially and adult for almost 9 years, however I don’t include the time I was at university, or the time I lived with my two of my best friends before falling pregnant. As during those years I was completely reckless and made very childish decisions. Ahh, those were good years. Anyway, I’ve mentioned a few times in regards to my lack of blogging that I’ve been feeling “blue” since returning from America. And I have realised a lot of the things that make me miserable are the day to day things that all adults have to deal with. It’s just a fact of life but it…
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My Eight Favourite Toys for 0-2 Year Olds
LINKS REMOVED AS ITEMS NO LONGER FOR SALE My daughter has a lot of toys, in fact.. that’s probably the understatement of the century. And yes, a lot of these are pink, but that’s because pink is her favourite colour. I am not one of these who sees toys as girls toys and boys toys, I tend to buy my daughter things I know she will enjoy. However saying that, I also see nothing wrong with girls liking pink and dolls, and princesses.. I like pink and dolls and princesses so I see that more as a reason why my daughter does not because I’ve forced her to be like…
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The Perfectly Honest Single Parent Post
Hi my name is Amy and I’m a single mother. I have a two year old daughter from a previous (domestic abusive) relationship and she has nothing to do with her father. I am not just a single mother, I’m a sole parent. I make all the decisions in regards to how my child is raised and I also am the only person who sets rules and boundaries. My daughter attends nursery five hours a week. Aside from that, she is with me. In the blogging world it appears to be frowned upon to admit your child is anything less than perfect. Like with everything in life as far as…
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Two Years On
I had another kind of post planned for tonight but as I’m feeling sort of melancholy and I’m waiting on LM to fall asleep before I sneak up for a bath, I wanted to write about something that has been in the forefront of my mind for the past couple of weeks. Not dominating or anything, but there, that little niggle. Two years ago last week I text my best friend to come and get me. Two years since I walked away from a domestically abusive relationship. It’s still hard to say, sometimes I barely even believe it was me it happened to. You hear all those stories but you…
