Cuppa and a Catch-Up – An Author Interview with … Deborah A. Stansil

 

Today I’m hosting fellow North Easterner author and blogger Deborah A Stansil.

Deborah kindly sent me a copy of The Mirror as part of her feature here today. 



Deborah is Author to The Joker, The Twisted Tales series as well as recently published The Mirror.

As you all know, I love to have a book to read, especially before going to bed.

I find it the ultimate therapy to relax after the chaotic days.

This month’s bed time read has been ‘The Mirror’.

The story centres around Amy and her daughter Lilly. They make a seemingly innocent purchase of a mirror that goes in Lilly’s bedroom.

But then Lilly’s behaviour starts to change.

It’s been interesting to read this from a parent’s point of view now that I have the Little Lady. Although I’m nowhere near the school days at the moment, the story involves not only the concerns of Lilly’s parents, but that of the school too.

There’s an underlying story that’s ticking over that’s fuelling Amy’s constant anxiety over her daughter, which comes tumbling out half-way through the book.

These are all issues that once upon a time I would have read on auto pilot and not really reacted too (cold-hearted I know but the pre-parent me could switch off).

Now, the motherhood side of my brain plays upon these topics and experiences and puts myself in that position.

It’s interesting to see Lilly’s character change and how it affects those around her; her parents, her teachers and even her best friend, Jessica.

At the time of going to press, I’m still reading (and enjoying!) The Mirror (life’s getting in the way a bit of my reading plans – imminent house move).

I’m at a part of the story where a link appears to be forming with the mirror and the family (no spoilers). I’m now intrigued as to what angle this is going to take and my heart goes out to Amy for what she’s experienced in the past.

Looking forward to getting tucked up tonight to read a few more pages. 

 

~Biography~

Deborah A Stansil Author Pic Missuswolf

Born and raised in the North East of England, Deborah A Stansil always dreamed of one day becoming a writer. As a teenager, she would write fiction but she rarely shared it with anyone, and as an adult, life got in the way.

She never forgot her passion to write creatively and now the dream is a reality, with both her books and her blog. Deborah has well and truly caught the writing bug and she is now a full time writer.

She enjoys reading, writing and she’s never far from a book or a notepad/laptop. She also enjoys travelling, both in the UK and abroad and one day, she would love to travel the world.

Deborah is best known for her love of the horror genre, both writing and reading, although she does enjoy writing in both the crime and fantasy genres too. She hopes you enjoy reading her books as much as she enjoyed writing them!

 

 

Hi Debbie welcome it’s good to have you here today.

 Congratulations on your fourth book – The Mirror. What was the inspiration behind it?

The Mirror Deborah A Stansil book Missuswolf

 

I actually started out with the intention of writing a haunted house type of plot (watch this space for that one in the future!). When I sat down to write it, the idea of involving a mirror kept nagging at me. I have always had a thing about mirrors being spooky, so I changed tack completely and went with the idea of the mirror as the central theme to the story.

 How would you compare writing The Mirror to anything you’ve previously written?

The Mirror was written in a very different way to my usual fiction. There was no real plan, no outline, it just poured onto the page. I loved writing this way, I felt like I had no limits and the story kind of wrote itself in a sense.

How do you organise your writing time?

I write freelance as my full time job, so I try to work on my own novels on a night time. I’m a bit of a night owl anyway so this works well for me as somehow I always seem to feel more motivated at night. Once I get into a story though, I do sometimes find it spilling over into my work time (oops!).

How did you start writing? Was there a particular book or moment in your life that spurned you on?

I’ve always said I wanted to write a novel, but it wasn’t until two years ago that I actually sat down to do it. There wasn’t really any big event that spurred me on, it was just a matter of stop saying it and start doing it!

Where is your best ‘writing space’; the place where you feel comfortably locked away from the world and are able to let your creative juices flow?

I mostly write on my laptop, perched on the top of my bed. All the advice says this is wrong, I should have a desk and some sort of office space, but this works for me.

And finally, tell us an interesting fact about yourself that not many people know

I had a poem published in an anthology when I was fifteen. I submitted it under a pen name because I was embarrassed in case people knew I had written it! The worst thing is I can’t even remember what the anthology was called!

 Thank you so much for having me, this has been great

       

Thank you for being here today Debbie and best of luck with the book.

~Where to find Deborah~

Missuswolf - Deborah Stansil My Random Musings

Blog: www.myrandommusings.co.uk

Website: www.deborahstansil.com

Amazon author page: https://goo.gl/FrXC4V

Twitter: www.twitter.com/randommusings29

FB: www.facebook.com/myrandommusingsblog/

Insta: www.instagram.com/debrandommusingsblog29

The Joker: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01JND8VY6

The Mirror: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N9YWFBN/

Twisted Tales: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01H94D1MS

Twisted Tales 2: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01MSRDI4

Love Missuswolf xxx

How Healthy Eating In Pregnancy Changed My Eating Habits

Missuswolf How Healthy Eating In Pregnancy Changed My Eating Habits

Who would have though that experiencing pregnancy would alter my eating habits – for the better?

Certainly not me.

I was a firm believer that once I was pregnant, my life was over.

My body would not be my own and I would be destined for a life of sugar, caffeine and cake.

Granted those treats still feature in my life but on a balanced scale now.

This time last year I was scoffing two easter eggs (I kid you not) – and tonight I’ve been scoffing hard boiled eggs.

Missuswolf How Pregnancy Changed My Eating Habits

Ahh the days of consuming two Easter Eggs

Yeah – I know. So rock and roll now.

But the hard-boiled-egg habit started when I was pregnant.

The healthy lifestyle all started with the obvious

– not drinking alcohol.

I was miserable and panicked at how I would cope. My weekends revolved around food and drink. Not only could I not drink, that first trimester I lost my appetite and dropped eight pounds.

The second trimester I craved chicken, rice, fruit and veg.

It’s like my body only wanted to eat what was good for it.

Someone at work brought in a hard boiled egg one day and that was it. I batch-boiled on a Sunday, stored in the fridge and ate them during the week.

I was eating poached eggs on toast or overnight oats for breakfast. In the third trimester, I started with good intentions. The extra 200 calories were coming from a slice of toast with butter at breakfast. I admit that those calories increased as this last milestone went on (Easter Eggs).

Frozen green beans became a regular addition to meal time dishes. One of my favourite meals is the Slimming World Carribean Pepperpot Stew.

The third trimester, however, was a different story.

I maintained the boiled eggs and healthy eating.

But my pregnancy vice was puddings. Puddings and Easter Eggs.

I reasoned that because I couldn’t drink, I’d treat myself to a pudding instead.

But the arrival of Easter Eggs in the shops tipped me over the edge.

I was on my feet a lot in my job and the Little Lady’s last growth spurt seemed to depend on sugar.

And so did my body two weeks post natal. Hospital meals (FYI Crammie hospital meals – unreal. I didn’t want to leave that place), visitors with food parcels, endless cups of tea and treats. I told myself they were all part of the ‘healing’ process from my section.

That was the last of my unhealthy run (bar a little slippage on summer holidays and over Christmas, which is inevitable).

Once I was left to my own devices and routine with little E, I reverted back to those healthy habits I’d picked up during pregnancy.

I also started healthy eating in the form of (my own version of) slimming world, baby-friendly workouts and walking introduced me to a healthier lifestyle.

And by own version of slimming world I mean I followed it to a degree.

To the degree that included the healthy food. I, however, lost count of the synnage a fair few times with coffee and cake clubs.

Hey ho Mat Leave Life and all that.

But you need a balance in life to be happy.

I’m nearly a year post partum (bliddy hell when did that happen?) and my eating habits are the best they’ve ever been.

I’ve always drank loads of water and I continue to do so. I drink hot water and lemon and limit myself to one cup of coffee a day (a new motherhood habit I’m finding hard to kick).

I don’t drink anywhere near as much alcohol, despite missing it when pregnant.

But I think that was more because I couldn’t have it than actually wanting it. As time went by, I wasn’t as bothered.

I’m a planner by nature and as I have to be super organised now to get myself and a child out the door (very early doors) I now find I meal prep too.

Like a boss.

Don’t get me wrong – I still enjoy pizza Friday’s.

B A L A N C E

Inspired by Instagram fit mammies, I factor in thirty minutes every other night fitness routine at home.

If I’m honest, I couldn’t face Instagram when I was in hospital.

I felt like a fat blob and I refused to lower my confidence with images of incredibly toned mammies.

But that was my own fault for following them when I was pregnant.

Which is a sad factor of society now.

But it spurred me on – in a good way. Some accounts that I follow motivate you to incorporate home workout routines around your baby.

They motivate and inspire. Not brag and dictate.

Which is the difference.

I try and run (I’ve found I can run much further since having a baby?! Bizarre. And with a buggy too) as well as attend exercise classes. I tried a new one this week called Pound.

A workout with drumsticks.

Great for letting out your aggression and toning, especially your arms.

The results? I’m actually nine pound lighter than I was pre-pregnancy.

It makes me look back and think that my lifestyle did need a shake-up. I drank far too much and ate unhealthily.

And it’s sad the mindset my pre-pregnancy self was in. That I believed I would evolve into a fat mess who loathed myself.

But joining the motherhood morphs you into superwoman in so many ways. You balance your life, your work, your home and your child – giving you the ultimate sense of empowerment.

You feel like you can conquer the world.

This drive made me determined to be strong, fit and healthy.

If not to survive my new chaotic lifestyle, to set a good example to the small person that I’m raising.

Love Missuswolf xxx

Image credits – Easter Eggs (myself obvs!) and the pretty boiled eggs – Pixabay

Surviving That First Phone Call From The Nursery

 

Surviving the first phonecall from nursery - Missuswolf
Well I’ve experienced it.
Just a day short of being back at work a month and I thought I’d escaped unscathed.

Unscathed from that first phone call from the nursery. (Well actually, it’s my second. The first one was a couple of weeks ago when I forgot her milk. Bad mam alert!)

But it was the first phone call asking me to come and retrieve my child.
It’s the call you dread receiving. Dread seeing the nursery’s name flash across the screen, the vibrations seeming more urgent and insistent.

In true Missuswolf style – I missed the call.

Argh. Cue even more guilt and bad Mam status.

I’d actually gone for a pee. Something I always leave to the last minute too as my mind is so preoccupied. (I’m in danger  of regressing to a toddler one day. You know – when you’re so engrossed in an activity that you actually piss yourself.)

Jeez what has my life become?!

As I approached my desk I happened to glance at my phone.

And in a nano second my work persona slipped. I knew the sheer terror was etched all over my face.

A missed call from the nursery.

And a voicemail.

Shit.

In that moment I wasn’t me.

I was Mam.

Full on Mam mode – heckles up, on high alert – ready to face  the emergency

I forgot how to operate the voicemail. Stupid I know but my fingers fumbled.

Sod it.

Just ring them straight back you divvy!

No matter how much they say it’s nothing to worry about you immediately think they’ve suffocated in the sandpit. 

Turns out she had a gunky eye and no amount of bathing would clear it. As there’d been conjunctivitis going round they couldn’t keep her there.

So off I trotted to collect her.

And obviously I couldn’t get a doctors appointment that day.

But I was offered a triage call back by the nurse instead.

I described the symptoms and the nurse prescribed eye drops.

She advised that as the little lady has been full of cold she’d more than likely spread this to her eye (you know – wiping snot all over her face yak!) and she’d developed conjunctivitis.

Thankfully the nursery allowed her to return the next day with her drops in tow.

As well as  her previously prescribed  cream for her yeast infection (for under her chin from aaaall the teething dribbles).

I was like a walking pharmacist.

Despite all this, E is still full of beans and fine in herself the little trooper.

Suppose she’s going to catch far worse over the next few years.

But on a positive note – it builds up her immune system in these early years. Hoping she’ll be match fit by the time she goes to school.

And as for me – well, I’m fine in myself too. Normal (chaotic) service has resumed.

I survived my first nursery call-out.

So from now until the next phone call,  I just live in fear of the ailments spreading to me …

Love Missuswolf xxx

Image credit to Anthony on Pexels

Getting Back Into The Workforce: Part-time and Flexible options

Career Loving Parents (Working Mums – and dads too!)

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Are you a Career Loving Parent? Why not take this quiz to find out what your chances are of getting a part-time or flexible job …

Quiz

Full Time But Still Flexible

Here I am. Four weeks into working life following ten months maternity.

And how am I coping?

I’m going to be honest. It is tiring and my head can be all over the place.

But it’s not been as hard as I imagined. Organisation is key and I’m lucky that I have flexible employers that accommodate nursery pick-ups/drop offs.

Which is why I’m massively in support of the Hire Me My Way Campaign.

Empowering Women Back Into The Workforce

Missuswolf women working on car flexible work options

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I’ve blogged previously about my thoughts on wellbeing and a work/life balance. I truly believe to achieve happiness and contentment in your life – especially as a parent – you need a happy medium.

You need time away from being a parent – where you have a role and responsibility outside of raising a small human.

Even if it’s just for a few hours a day.

To regain your sense of person and sense of purpose. Of course I’m not suggesting you don’t feel purpose by being a parent.

It’s the

biggest purpose

in life.

Just that you need that part of yourself back where you’re using your brain, personality and skill set to contribute to the running costs of raising a family.

1 in 4 workers have part-time jobs and everyone now has the right to ask their employer if they can work part-time. But as most working mums know, this apparent easy availability of part time work disguises many problems:

You can ask your current employer if you can work part-time, but what happens if your request is rejected?

And what happens after a few years, when you think it’s time to move on/look for promotion?

What if you take an extended maternity break, so leave your old employer and are looking for a new job when you decide to return to work?

When you’re looking for a new job, less than 1 in 20 are advertised on a part-time basis (for quality jobs with salaries at £20k+ pro rata).

The result is that many people (mostly women) get stuck in their current jobs. And when they have no choice but to look for a new part-time job, its commonplace to be forced to down-skill, taking a salary below their true value in the workplace.

I feel passionate about this. It’s not the world I want to bring my daughter up in.

1,500,000 people in the UK are currently trapped in low-paid part-time jobs below their skill level.

I want her to go out there, get a career she’s happy with, have a family and then return to working in a flexible role that matches her skill set.

And not get trapped and become de-skilled.

Missuswolf career loving parents flexible working

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The Hire Me My Way campaign is calling on all employers to start advertising their new jobs as being open to flexible working options. In other words, extending the ‘right to ask for flexibility’ to day one of a new hire, rather than just being a right for existing employees.

 

Anyone who feels strongly about this issue can sign up to the campaign here: http://hirememyway.org.uk/  to help the Hire Me My Way team put more pressure on employers.

You can check out employers who have joined the campaign and agreed to start hiring flexibly here.

I feel like now is the time to make some changes.

Women are at a stage where they are thriving in careers and we need to keep that skill set in the workforce.

Not penalise them because they’ve had a family.

Take the Quiz here.

Love Missuswolf xxx

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Stripped Back: Red Wine, Terry’s and a Good Old Fashioned Black and White

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Despite one of the tag lines of my blog revolving around Fizz, I occasionally cheat on her with her cousin.

Vino rouge.

For those of you who know me, you know my strict relationship with wine.

Those of you who don’t, here I shall explain.

Once the seasons change, so does the colour of my wine.

As September sweeps in and the Autumn leaves curl, the crisp and dry vino blanco, once shared at sunset on patios, becomes an evocative shade of red.

A big, strong glass that can be sipped all night long. Preferably in front of a roaring fire.

Which I don’t have.

Once upon a time I would seek one out in a pub. And sit until last orders with my OH. Putting the world to rights.

Planning our next venture.

Well tonight, on this bitter eve after the Thundersnow (FYI I saw snow but missed the thunder) it’s been more of a toast to our ventures.

Life is deliciously chaotic at the moment and after the weeks militant routine, sometime it’s just nice to kick back and, you know, just chill.

Warts and all. By this I mean cosy in my winter jarmies, hair scraped back with sudocrem (yes you read right) over the winter boils that encroach my face.

Sipping red wine with a bar of Terry’s Chocolate Orange. Watching a good old fashioned black and white film with the mister.

We may sound old, boring or uncouth. But I feel incredibly relaxed. There’s something utmost soothing about watching old films.

They appear to have lived in simpler times.

And in these crazy times that we live in, sometimes it’s just nice to take a step back. Out of it all.

So tonight we watched Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. A title so well known yet I’m ashamed to admit I wasn’t at one for knowing the story line. Argh.

But now I do.

And I want to know many more story lines from many more good old-fashioned movies.

Just while the nights are dark and the wine is red.

Until I’m back on a patio at sunset and the wine is white.

Love Missuswolf xxx

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Guest Post: The Books I Love Reading With My Boys

Today’s guest post is from the lovely Deb Sharratt from My Boys Club who is kindly sharing with us the books that she’s loved reading with her boys …

 

@MyBoysClub is a lifestyle, travel and food blog by Deb Sharratt all about enjoying life in a family of boys. Follow at www.myboysclub.co.uk or on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram and Pinterest.

  

The books I’ve loved reading with My Boys …

There are so many reasons why reading to and with your children is a good thing. Helps them learn to read, improves concentration, teaches them new things, improves vocabulary, encourages creativity, can develop empathy and is calming and relaxing. However as well as all this it’s fun. It’s a special time between parent and child and I’ll really miss it when my boys no longer want to read with or to me or indeed no longer want a bedtime story.

Maybe that’s the reason why I’m a keen buyer of kids box sets and series of books  – I’m trying to make the bedtime story last forever! Anyway here are my top seven series of books sets.

 

Julia Donaldson

The Gruffalo and The Gruffalo’s Child have been read and spoken so many times in out house that my boys can recite the entire books perfectly without having to read them. The books have inspired trails, such as this one in Hamsterley Forest,(http://www.myboysclub.co.uk/2016/10/all-leaves-are-brown.html) but other stories such as Tiddler, Stick Man, Monkey Puzzle and The Smartest Giant in Town too, with their flowing, soothing, rhyming stories are a favourite with toddlers and are just as delightful for older children as well.

 

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

My Boys receive their first ‘Wimpy Kid’ books as a reward for having 100% attendance at school and they have been hooked ever since. With both typed text and comic strip style illustrations, the Diary of a Wimpy Kid Series by Jeff Kinney are all about a kid called Greg who fills in his journal (not a diary!!) of all the misadventures in his life. Everything Greg seems to do has hilarious consequences and his family are very funny.

My Boys couldn’t stop reading these books and thought they were funny and fun to read. They also laugh out loud at the films too.

Michael Morpurgo

Any collection of books by one of the nation’s favourite storyteller is one to treasure. The former British Children’s Laureate, Michael Morpurgo is known best for

children’s novels such as War Horse (1982) but has written over 100 books. His work is noted for its “magical storytelling” but also for recurring themes such as the triumph of an outsider or survival, for characters’ relationships with nature, and for vivid settings such as the war. We are now on our second collection of books. I was a little worried about the subject matter at first – the books cover wars, morality, death and what is deemed right and wrong but in doing have provoked many questions about so allows my boys to learn to share and express their thoughts.

 

Mr Men

Ever since the first books were published in 1971, Roger Hargreaves’ Mr. Men have been an enduring favourite with children (and parents!) of all ages. The likes of Mr. Happy, Mr. Tickle, Mr. Bump and friends must rank as some of the most famous characters in children’s books – and the boys love reading them as much as I did when I was a child. There are so many to enjoy and we love the bold, bright illustrations and simple storylines that make the Mr. Men stories fun and appealing for my boys to read over and over again. Every Mr. Men character has a key personality trait that provides huge entertainment as they head off on a variety of adventures but my favourite one remains Mr. Tickle.

Dr Seuss

Well, what can you say about Dr. Seuss’ wild, wacky and energetic creations? They are amazing. Entertaining. Loveable. And tell a great story too in rhyme making them easy to read and even easier to listen to. From The Cat in the Hat, Green Eggs and Ham, to How The Grinch Stole Christmas, these are timeless books of crazy rhymes and weird and wonderful characters that we never tire of reading.

 


Roald Dahl

Roald Dahl’s short stories are known for their unexpected endings and his children’s books for their unsentimental, macabre, often darkly comic mood, featuring villainous adult enemies of the child characters. His books champion the kind-hearted and feature an underlying warm sentiment. Some of his best-known books for children include James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Matilda, The Witches, Fantastic Mr Fox, The BFG, The Twits and George’s Marvellous Medicine.

Read about our year of celebrating 100 years of Roald Dahl

(http://www.myboysclub.co.uk/2016/12/2016-year-celebrating-roald-dahl.html).

 

His stories have gone on to capture the hearts and imaginations of children and adults across the globe, Matilda has always been a firm favourite with me and my boys.

 

How to Train A Dragon

These books inspired the Dreamworks How to Train Your Dragon films. It is a series of twelve children’s books written by British author Cressida Cowell. The books are set in a fictional Viking world and focus on the experiences of protagonist Hiccup as he overcomes great obstacles on his journey of becoming a hero the hard way. The books have some illustrations, activities and also teach you how to speak Dragonese and train your own dragon to do tricks!

My boys love them all but they are perfect for children of any gender. Whichever books you choose to read, enjoy, it’s a very special time.

What’s your favourite book to read with your children?

Deb x

 

The First Week Back At Work After Maternity

Missuswolf First week at work after maternity girl in the air

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We made it! I’ve got the Friday feeling for the first time in nearly ten months – and boy does it feel good!

Granted my Friday now involves picking up a Little Lady from nursery and heading home. As opposed to picking up the hubby and heading to the pub.

But what the hell. The fact is I’d been out the house by myself for nearly eight hours. Me Time 🙂

Well, the one thing I’ve learnt from my experience in my first week back to work is:

Organisation

is

key.

Packing bags and laying out clothes the night before equates to a smooth running morning.

Alarm goes off – jump in the shower. Snaffle a banana while I do my hair and make-up. Throw my clothes on. Get Ella dressed and then go go go!

All Christmas Ella was up about 6.15. Bloomin typical.

What does she do on the first day?

Lie in.

So you can imagine my horror as I tapped her lightly to wake her up. Pulling that wincey face as I braced myself for huffy tears.

None came.

Hurrah.

In the car off to work with my bag (yippee, I actually have my own bag. Although I need a new one desperately. Waiting to earn myself some pennies first) her bag and I even managed to pack a gym bag. Go me.

Arrive at nursery at just after 7am (Ella is there everyday from 7. Her finishing times vary between 1pm and 3pm. Pickups are shared amongst me and the family).

For those of you who have been reading my blog, you’ll be well aware how I wanted to go back full time. And how much I was really looking forward to going back to work (I never shut up abooot it).

Although I’m on a phased return at the moment, I’m still happy with my decision.

In fact, I’m so much happier all round.

For the first time in ten months I feel like ME again. The variety of going to work and slotting a few gym sessions around my phased hours has instantly made me a happier, nicer human being.

Although the snatched gym sessions are just a brucey bonus at the moment. Come full steam ahead I’m going to have to factor them into my evening time.

I’m not going to lie and I think it was blatantly obvious. I didn’t really enjoy being off with a baby. Gasp. Or does that sound too harsh?? It wasn’t healthy for either of us and this proves it:

Ella was never a snuggly baby and was so used to my presence that being with me was never a big deal.

Everyday this week I’ve had lots of snuggles, she crawls over to me and onto my lap, plays with my hair and sits on my knee. She pulls at my face and has lent in a few times for some kisses.

Likewise when I’ve walked into nursery and seen that unreal smile. A smile that lights up her excited little face while her arms and legs flail about. You can’t buy that feeling in a bottle.

Surprisingly there were no tears from either of us on the first day. I think we were both looking forward to our new ventures.

And she’s thoroughly entertained at nursery. Which is what I wanted and I knew she would be. They give her far more than I could ever give and I feel like she’s grown loads in the space of a week.

It wears her out.

The afternoon nap-time-battle seems to be slacking. In fact, she had one at 2pm today. 2pm. On my watch by 4pm I was stomping the beach front with the pram willing her to drop off. Selfishly so I could go back for a cuppa in peace obvs.

By bath time she’s rubbing her eyes and come bed time she’s passed out as soon as she’s tucked in (by daddy – the super-tuckerer-inner).

And me?

I’m on a roll.

I feel productive, organised, satisfied, motivated.

And happy.

Incredibly happy.

I feel like a superwoman.

My brain is gradually coming back to life. Granted my heads all over the place trying to work out where I need to be. But it’s nothing a good diary system at work and home isn’t sorting out.

Plus I’m learning a new job too. So the days are flying by. Dare I admit that I don’t even miss her??

Wait – that sounds harsh.

Of course I’m aware when she’s not around but I don’t get a chance to think about it as I’m so distracted. But it’s been healthy for me.

One day she’ll go to school five days a week so I wouldn’t see her then anyway. I think of it logically and that this is just good prep for those days.

What I said in T’was The Night Before … Returning To Work After Maternity is all true.

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated tea, bath and bed time. A time I’d come to despise when I was off alone with her.

I’ve said it before and I’ve said it again. Happy mama equals happy baba.

I don’t want readers to feel like I’m preachy about this. Everyone’s family and circumstances are different. But if you’re considering a family and are very career orientated, I just wanted to reassure you.

That you can still be a good mam, in my case I already feel like a better mam, by going back to work. Hell I was even dancing around the kitchen to ‘Kids’ by One Republic with the Little Lady in my arms Wednesday tea time.

Throwing our heads back, laughing as I balanced her on my hip while marching up and down the room tango-style.

It’s a sight my OH came home to. And I’m sure he’ll agree. It was a much better one than having a baby thrown at him.

Happy Wife – Happy Life.

Love Missuswolf xxx

 

 

Snacks On The Go With a Baby: Naturelly

 

For those of you who have stuck by me long enough on my weaning journey (cheeky post plugs here The Woes of Weaning and Baby-Led Weaning Essential: Tidy Tot All In One Bib and Tray) this is the latest installment: Naturelly.

Firstly. What is it?

Naturelly is a gelatine free, juicy jelly fruit snack, sweet by nature with nothing naughty added. 

That’s right – a jelly fruit snack.

So you know when you’re on the go and your small human makes those hunger noises? And if you’re like me there tends to be a stash of emergency baby biscuits in your changing bag to tide them over until the next meal?

You can now have an emergency pouch of jelly.

A pouch of jelly that’s:

– No added sugar or sweeteners
– 100% RI of Vitamin C
– Only 36 Kcal per pouch.

There’s three flavours to choose from: Summer Fruits, Apple and Blackcurrant and Tropical Fruits.

They have a screw top and can easily be sucked out the top.

I used this in the above scenario as an emergency snack for the Little Lady when we were out and about. She loved it. It went down a treat.

She was happy.

I was happy.

Yey winning at parenting.

That’s what it’s all about – being one step ahead.

If you’ve got school kids you can pop one of these in their lunchboxes.

You can buy them in bulk off the website and, as with anything in bulk, the more you buy the cheaper it is.

Plus you lovely lot for being my readers get to enjoy 25% off. Just pop in Natblog25 at the checkout.

There’s nothing stopping us adults having one either. If you need to quash a sweet craving or a pick-me up after sport.

Vegetarian society approved. Coeliac society approved. School Approved

Parent Hack: It’s always handy to have emergency snacks.

Love Missuswolf xxx

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T’was The Night Before … Returning to Work after Maternity

Missuswolf mother and daughter in rocking chair

So here it is.

The night before I start my first day back at work since 11th March 2016 (I’m discounting the odd KIT day).

Since I joined The Motherhood.

Wow. It feels weird (but good!) to be getting into a routine of packing our bags and setting our clothes for the next day.

Something I’ll probably grow to hate. Or will I? I like being organised. Hopefully it will become autopilot and my future self (the tired head-less-chicken one in the morning) will thank me for it.

A nice bath. Early to bed to read a book and set an alarm.

Argh I haven’t set an alarm (bar the KIT days) since March 2016.

I’ll probably not sleep tonight for fear of sleeping in.

I know, I know. I’ve shouted from the rooftops how I’ve looked forward to this day. How I’ve longed to get back to work for some ‘me time’.

Ha.

It’s comical isn’t it? Who would’ve thought I classed work as  my time. 

But I do.

And I am looking forward to it.

However, do you know what I’m looking forward to the most?

Coming home to this gorgeous, happy little thing I’m proud to call my daughter.

I’ll look forward to having tea with her. To enjoy preparing it and then watching her eat it.

And bathing her. Watching her play with bubbles and the purple and yellow ducks. And the little spikey orange ball that lights up.

Splashing her little hands on the water and giggling every time she does it. Looking at me with those big blue eyes. Eyes that ask me to giggle back with her too.

Then wrapping her in her hooded towel where she resembles a baby Yoda.

Patting dry her utterly delightful skin.

Dressing her for bed.

Giving her a bottle of warm milk.

Reading her a story. Or two.

And then lying her in her cot. Her big girl cot which has been completely lowered now (when did that happen?)

Then tucking her in.

Actually, this is a daddy job as I don’t tuck her in tight enough. She’s like that magician that can escape being chained, bolted and dropped in water. Wriggles in all the right places and breaks free.

And do you know why I will look forward to all of this?

Because for nearly ten whole months, the monotony of everyday motherhood – looking after a small human by myself – takes it’s toll in the evening.

I’ve been too tired or sick of her by this time of day to actually embrace and enjoy these moments.

Gasp. What an awful thing to say.

But it’s true.

These moments tend to be flung at the other half. For him to try and embrace after his day at work.

So no doubt I’ll still be tired from my day at work.

But that’s just it.

I’ve been at work. I’ve had time away from her. She’s had time away from me.

So those moments that we are together.

Will be unbelievably special.

I can’t wait to see how excited she gets when I come home from work.

This festive period I’ve had the hubby on hand so I’ve had little breaks.

Little breaks like having a lie in.

Where I’ve surfaced and she’s already had her breakfast and her dad has dressed her. Dressed her like only a dad can dress his daughter – in obscure outfits that should never leave the house.

I inch my way through the living room door. As sometimes she’s crawling around right behind it (again – when did this happen?)

Then, she sees me.

With those innocent blue eyes.

Taking me in.

All dishevelled in my dressing gown and untamed hair. My make-up free face still puffy from sleep.

And she looks at me like  

I’m the most beautiful person

in the world.

Her  long little legs kick wildly.  Her smile lights up her cheeky little face and the excited giggles that escape from that tiny little mouth are breathtaking.

I do have a heart underneath all of this Warrior Mode.

And my god it explodes.

My little buddy for life.

I’ve come a long way in nearly ten months.

It’s been the toughest, hardest most emotional time of my life.

I’d go so far as to say it’s been the craziest.

I’m still me. Just a different version.

One that has been on a huge learning curve.

But I look back upon my time with fondness. There have been plenty of highs and there have been plenty of lows.

There’s also been some questionable parenting moments.

Like the time I couldn’t remember leaving chocolate in her cot, only to discover it wasn’t actually chocolate on her hand – that mammy had left the dirty nappy bag in the cot …

And as much as I’ve wanted this absolutely crazy time off to hurry up, I’ll reflect on 2016 in years to come as the year that not only broke me – but it also made me.

I’ve poured my feelings and frustrations into what can be looked upon as an online maternity diary. Like diaries, there will be some entries I look back upon and downright cringe, even regret. But for most of it, I’ll look back with pride.

That maternity leave not only gave me a chance to spend (albeit some frustrating and exhausting) time with this little human of mine.

It gave me the chance to take a step back from life.

To focus on something I’ve absolutely loved doing since I was a little girl myself.

Writing.

Last week, I watched the BBC film on the Bronte sisters To Walk Invisible.

And that was empowering in itself. Three women masquerading as men to get their novels published. What a significant piece of history.

A piece I want to share with my daughter. I’d like to think that by writing this blog I’m writing some history for her too. That mammy loved writing and her dream came true to share it with the world.

Missuswolf mother and daughter reading

Image credit to Pixabay

On the subject of the Bronte’s, I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never read Jane Eyre. Ouch.

I’ve downloaded it to my Kindle. I want to get into the routine of reading before bed again.

I digress.

This whole pregnancy and maternity experience has brought me new friends. Friends which some of whom I’ve not even known a year. But it’s felt like I have known them a life time. Who’ve been there on the toughest journey of my life. And that’s a strong bond.

Missuswolf Maternity Friends for life

Image credit: Pixabay

Then there are friends I’ve always had who’ve been on this journey with me too. Through the raw parts. Who have seen me at my worst and I have seen them at their best as they support and pick me up.

Friends who bring you pizza when you’ve got a teething baby and all you have eaten is a bowl of trifle for tea.

Those people are priceless.

And I thank them.

For sharing this crazy ass journey with me.

That’s Sisterhood for you.

That’s Motherhood.

Here’s to my next chapter. I’m off to make it a good one.

Love Missuswolf xxx

 

 

 

Out With The Old. In With The New. 2017 – here’s to you.

Missuswolf Happy New Year picture 2017

I love New Year.

Not necessarily New Years Eve. Although we had a lovely quiet one with friends at home. As we have a baby. So staying in is the new going out.

I love the clean slate.

To start afresh.

And returning to work (following ten months maternity)  in the New Year with everyone else makes it easier for me.

New Year New Start.

I’ve made resolutions in the past.

The usual ‘eat healthy/drink less’ variety.

But this year I just want an overall resolution.

To be happy and positive in life.

Oh, and if we’re sticking to the optimistic front – in the words of Del Boy: This time next year we’ll be millionaires.

Here’s hoping.

All the best for 2017.

Make it the year of you.

Love Missuswolf xxx