Dear Life…

Dear Life,

I’m writing you this letter because you’ve changed. You’ve changed in so many ways that I didn’t know how to explain myself. Some changes have crept in gradually, whilst others have been thrust upon me without warning, and I’m not entirely sure I like it.

 You used to be all about the fun, about going outside every day and talking to real actual people. Do you remember when we were young? When we used to pop into town and go shopping? When we took time to look at clothes and consider what they would look like when I put them on? Do you remember, Life? Not once did I utter the phrase “Oh, that’ll do!”

 Now you’re all about chores. The endless, monotonous chores which make my back ache and my fingers bleed. And the thing is, it doesn’t really matter how many of these thankless tasks I do, because there are always plenty more to take their place.

There are some days, Life, when quite frankly you are full of shit (literally) and some days when you make me want to cry.

But there are other days, happy days. Days when I truly know what my purpose is. Days when I listen to our children giggling and playing together and I know that this is how it should be.

I know that I am mostly to blame for the state of our relationship and for the fact I don’t know if I’m coming or going, happy or sad, awake or asleep. “Let’s have kids,” I said. “It’ll be fun”, I said… Hmmm! Well sometimes it is fun, right?

But it wasn’t just me, Life. Who was there peering over my shoulder with that biological clock, yelling “TICK TOCK, TICK bloody TOCK”? I believe Life, I believe that was you.

I’ve noticed that since the arrival of the children you have gotten a little out of control. Like you don’t know what’s going to happen from one minute to the next. Like you are playing a little game to see how far you can push me before I break. Well, there are days when I am very close to breaking.

On the other hand, Life, as we continue on our journey together you teach me many lessons. You have taught me that you are fleeting and ever changing, and that is no bad thing. You have taught me to appreciate the most simple of things, like actually being able to hear the people when they are talking on TV, and the joy of a shiny new mop head!


Ahhh, a new mop head! It made my day…


I love to stand by the open back door and breathe in the fresh air and listen to the birds chirping. I love to be snuggled in front of the fire, wrapped up in a blanket, with our babies. I have not a penny to my name, but (in those moments at least) that doesn’t matter. So thank you Life, for teaching me contentment.

I think what I’m trying to say in this letter Life, is that at the moment things between us are a bit tough. Maybe we can make some changes so that we can improve our situation. How about we try to get some more sleep and take some time to rest together? We should take some time to look after ourselves a bit more, eat better, exercise more and moisturise. We must always remember to moisturise!

I will stop pushing us to our limits by demanding more from you than I know you can give, if you stop surprising me with extra jobs and random illnesses.

We are lucky to have each other and we are so good together Life, and I will hang onto you for as long as I possibly can with every ounce of my being. In sickness and in health, ‘til death us do part.

Love always

Sarah (Your Mind, Body and Soul)

Happy Glampers

The long summer holidays have finally come to an end, the children are back at school and nursery, I have finished my second reflexology diploma, and I am now slowly making my way through toys and summer debris to make our house feel like a home again, rather than a playgroup.

Life has been pretty chaotic over the summer and the season has flown by in a series of incredible highs and lows that have been difficult to keep up with. However, my focus is returning and life moves on.

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Help! I’ve got a job..

Next week, I start my new job.

For the first time in 7 years I will be ‘going out to work’ every week day.

I’ll be in an office environment. There will be people in the same room as me who are professionals at being grown up and I will not have any children to hide behind.

Now, a key piece of information I should give you at this point is this:

Before I had my own children I worked for many years as a private Nanny. So the last 7 years have been a bit of a ‘busman’s holiday’ but with a stronger emotional pull and much less sleep. Therefore my step back in to the working world (and by that I mean, one that involves actual pay slips) is utterly terrifying for three reasons.

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End of an Era


I’ve just got back from dropping both of my children off at school. Yes both. For today is the day that our youngest child begins the mammoth journey that is primary school. I’ll be honest, I’m trying to muster some emotions around the whole thing. Do I feel sad that she is now enveloped in to the school system? Sad that she’s ‘not a baby anymore’? Sad that I no longer have a baby/toddler/pre-schooler? Sad that our lives have changed just a little bit?

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If you go down to the woods today…

I first met Meg Lamoon about 2 years ago, at a party. We were dressed as pirates. It was a pirate party. That bit isn’t relevant of course but I do like to set the scene.. We got chatting and she told me she was training to be a Forest School Leader.

“Sorry. A what?” I might have said (In a pirate voice, obvs)

I’d never heard of Forest School.

Meg explained “It might sound like a new fangled ‘trend’ but it was actually developed in 1993 and it is based on Scandinavian early years practice which is predominantly, out door, child-led, play-led learning.

Forest school refers to a ‘philosophy’ as opposed to a specific physical space and it’s principles are centred around children being able to explore nature, take risks appropriate to the environment, and make their own choices.”

To be honest I’d had half a barrel of rum at this point so I was really none the wiser due to being a bit squiffy.

The conversation then moved on to other subjects (which are best not repeated here) and after all the guests had gone home and even the party host himself had shlepped off to bed, Meg and I were still larking about, fighting each other with foam swords and doing impressions of Orville. It was a beautiful moment.

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We are the champions, my friend

I have just returned from a summer holiday day out to a local wildlife park. In my mind a “quick run around and a picnic” with my three little darlings would be the ideal way to pass a few hours. No TV, no iPad, no arguments – just wholesome fun!

On arrival however, reality smacked me in the face, like a hot, dusty, screaming kipper. The car park was jam packed with oversized cars (mine included), which made parking a real joy. There were queues to get in, queues to get out, crowds of people in front of every enclosure trying to spot the hidden animals, and many, many hot, tired children demanding ice creams and a trip to the gift shop.

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There I was feeling a bit glum, knowing my chances to publish anything on the blog over the holidays were extremely slim given the full on-ness of keeping the children alive and entertained every single day for six weeks.

Then one rainy day the girls had the idea of making a ‘cookery show’ which we could film and show Daddy when he returned from work. In that moment I knew this had blog potential and instantly whipped out the guitar. If Katie from CBeebies ‘I can cook’ sings about hand washing , so will we goddammit. 10 minutes of jang-jangling (sorry Jenny next-door) 3 terrible chords and a quick raid of the dressing up box and we were ready to perform our very own hand wash song.

I set the camera up and let it roll whilst we attempted to make cheesy scones.

It was pretty shambolic if I’m honest and certainly not the slick, professional show that my eldest had imagined. (She was mortified when she saw I had included the ‘accident with the cheese grater’ in the final cut.)

My husband was impressed but felt that, since I had called it ‘Baking Bad’, we needed the  actual Breaking Bad theme tune at the end. A quick Youtube search and another raid of the dressing up box was all it took. Out came the youngest’s ukulele, which Hubby promptly learnt the tune on, using a kaleidoscope as a slide – obvs, a saucepan, a maraca and an old box. The result? Something very bashy , yet strangely recognisable.

So, here it is, our first ever episode of ‘Baking Bad’…

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