And I am a social media addict. “Oh for god sake, here we go again!” I hear you cry – first Anxiety, then OCD and now addiction, what’s bloody next! But alas, it is true my friends. My addiction to social media has been in steadfast flow for approximately ten years. It kicked off … More My name is Lorna…
Let’s chat about happiness. As evidence taken from some of my previous posts would advocate – I’m an anxiety fuelled, woeful bemoaning mutha (with a penchant for a tipple or two). On paper, it doesn’t sound all that Jubilant really does it? I know I’ve said it before, nevertheless I think it’s always beneficial to … More If you’re happy and you know it
First things first – picture me writing this hiding behind a cushion. Large vino in hand. Perspiring. Let me explain. This post isn’t something I’ve been looking forward to writing down for all to see. It feels more than a little awkward. I know that some people (who I really rather wouldn’t) will potentially read this and I am more … More White Flag
Whilst we are knee deep in winter and the lead up to Christmas – I am in the throes of worms. Not me personally. Nope, so far I have managed 35 years on this planet without those offensive, miniscule, vile vermin crawling around my asshole, but sadly our eldest daughter became their latest casualty. Never … More A winter wormer
Center. Parcs. Two words I didn’t imagine myself typing in the same sentence as ‘holiday’ when I text my mum about our newly booked break. “Guess what?! We’ve booked a four night holiday to Center Parcs in January, wahoooooooooooo” I’m not going to lie. The Idea of Center Parcs pre kids, was just a bit, well “Why? … More Keeping the dream alive
A couple of months ago I had my first break away on my own since having the girls. As in – no husband, no offspring. Just me and my best mate Jo (lovingly referred to as my “Wifey”) and a gaggle of splendid women. I’m not expecting a “Oh, poor old you” for not having escaped on my own … More Mumcation!
Attempting to learn from my past mistakes, five weeks into my second maternity leave with still no sign of a baby, I spent time at home trying to do the typical ‘nesting’, sorting, keeping a two year old amused, worrying about how I was potentially ruining her life by giving her a sibling – all … More Wanna be in my gang?