I am, I really am. I’ve decided to cut myself a bit of slack! I came back from my holiday feeling, surprisingly, utterly and completely relaxed. We’d had a truly magical time yet it was restful too, I felt rejuvenated, I felt less anxious about completing so much in every day and I possessed a real … More I’m giving myself a break…
No more working for a week or two? Really? Seriously? No more work? What do you mean? Clearly ‘Don’ didn’t have a child. We fly tomorrow and I could not be more ready, for a holiday that is, not actually ready for this one. I have huge, long lists on so many post-it notes stuck … More We’re all going on a summer holiday…
Last night my toddler threw up in my mouth. Like actual vomit, right in my mouth. I tasted it. Hell, I think I even swallowed it. According to my husband though; it smelt nice, like strawberries. Well, I can 100% assure you it did not taste “nice, like strawberries”, it tasted like real person’s very real sick, … More It’s nice; like strawberries
Sam plays beautifully on his own. He pushes his cars, trolley, chairs, the dog, toot toots with his trains and repeatedly punches his baby in the stomch so that he can hear it shout Mama, Papa and cry, and has a lovely time doing so. Cue bout of maternal guilt: is it right that I … More Guilty as charged
Just a really quick little post to say how utterly and completely overwhelmed I am to the response to yesterday’s blog about my infertility journey. I can only echo my words again and stress that infertility should absolutely not be a taboo subject and you people out there have made me feel incredibly proud to have shared … More Utterly overwhelmed
I never expected to have trouble conceiving. For me it always felt like a given; find man, buy house in country with big garden, get married, have child, have more childs and possibly dog. We diligently worked through this checklist, ticking things off until, eventually, we knew the date we were going to start trying, … More It’s all about ME!
I’m often stopped in the park by a range of strangers who’ll say I’m “brave” or “completely mad” because of what I’ll allow Sam to do. I don’t mean behaviour-wise, although of course there are times when a tantrum comes out of nowhere and to be fair, on those occasions, I probably do look a bit like a … More Nature’s fun-filled games – you’re completely mad!
I love homemade toys, but, and I’m being brutally honest here, nap times are often too short or filled with chores to thoroughly enjoy making and, goodness me, but when 7pm arrives, well, I’m just a little bit too zonked and in need of wine and a tv series to even think about being creative. Don’t … More What’s in the box?
My child won’t eat my food, and apparently, well, according to Google, I’m not alone, and unfortunately, also according to Google, there’s not really much I can do about it; it’s a “phase”. Well ain’t that just dandy? I love food, like really love food! You know that good, wholesome, home-cooked, incredibly scrummy food that’s not … More Just eat it. Please. You can have some yoghurt later…
Or at least an attempt to do so anyway! Hello and welcome to The Cuckoo Mama! I’m Caro, mama to Sam and Pepper pup, and wife to Hugh. I’m a stay at home mama, IVF warrior, ruler of the household and, like to think, all round good egg! I’ve always had a love of writing, … More And let there be blogs!
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