Onwards and... Infacol?

So, the Health visitor came the other day. Little Bear demonstrated his lung capacity like a trooper and cried inconsolably the whole time she was here. She assured me that, yes, he is overly distressed and unsettled. From observing him, she thinks he may have silent reflux, so recommended Infacol and raising the head of his moses basket. She also suggested we go pay a visit to a paediatric osteopath as he may have been a bit squashed up in utero.

So, I dutifully toddled down to buy the little red and white box of promised magic. It's nice, in a way, to be given a possible reason why my darling little boy is so dreadfully unhappy all the time. It doesn't make it any easier to cope with though. It's utterly heart breaking to watch such a helpless little mite cry and cry and cry and not be able to take his pain away. 

So, while I wait for the magic potion to start work, I try to get my littlies out of the house and all of us distracted as much as possible. Order of the day today? Play Café. Little Bear has already thrown up all over himself and the Crumpet has trapped her thumb in a door. I might just cry into my tea and Infacol.

On the plus side, Little Bear was weighed and comes in at a hefty 12lb 5oz at only 5 weeks old. That'll be the breastfeeding every two hours! Go momma!

The pursuit of orderliness

Since becoming a full time stay at home mum, I have found it hard. Incredibly hard. Yes, i know I'm unbelievably lucky, fortunate and blessed to have this special short amount of time with my little ones, watching then grow and develop into little people. However, I have missed adult company and conversation. And it's lonely. By god, is it lonely.

I have slowly been numbed by countless hours of CBeebies and those damned surprise eggs on YouTube (but good god, they are a lifesaver when you really, really need five minutes peace or have to make dinner!) I have slowly become a expert in Makaton (Thank you very much Mr Tumble) and tree fu (not quite so useful, Tom...) and grown a severe, almost violent dislike for certain fluffy fictional characters (watch out Raa Raa, those stupid creatures from Waybaloo (it's YOGA not yogo!), Upsy Daisy (such a floozy) and all the Tweenies, apart from Max, who deserves a medal!) My ear worms are now all children's tv theme tunes. My current affairs knowledge is what ever is trending on Facebook. In depth discussions are now about parenting methods, potty training tips or how to get your toddler to stay in bed past 5 am. I'm sure I used to have a brain...

I also used to be incredibly meticulous and efficient. These are two adjectives completely unknown and alien to a toddler and a newborn.

 And herein less my problem.

I am slowly losing control.

I used to teach. My classroom was my realm: My rules. My expectations. My way.  It was always scrupulously tidy, organised and ordered. Drawers were neatly labeled. Pens and (freshly sharpened) pencils stacked in their matching colour coordinated pots. Books all facing the right way and standing to attention, like soldiers on drill. When I asked for something to be done, it was done immediately. Things ran to time. I was never late. Deadlines were never missed. It wasn't allowed! Lessons were planned, books marked. Children did as they were told. I got, albeit mostly short and working, lunchbreaks. Things ran like clockwork, because they had to.

I also worked in an office for a couple of years. My emails were promptly replied to, then deleted or filed. Desk kept tidy, Paperwork on top of. Activity and phone calls dutifully logged on the system. My meticulous and perfectionist nature earned me the role of checking compliance. I loved it. Nothing got past me, much to the sometimes annoyance of my colleagues.

Now I parent. My workplace (our home) is constant disarray and chaos. Trying to get out of the house in the morning is an almighty challenge. Things don't have homes or places so I find them sqatting illegally on the kitchen dresser or table. Mess seems to reproduce faster than two horny bunnies. There is no end of the working day. Once the children are asleep, my second job as housewife starts. House to clean and tidy, dinner to cook, laundry to wash, dry and put away (I gave up on ironing long, long ago) meals to plan and groceries to buy. I know it sounds like the ultimate cliche, but it's so so much harder than being at work.

And I struggle to do it all. I can't keep on top of it. And I hate it. I really, really hate it. I hate the lack of control. I hate that things are inefficient and untidy. It makes me incredibly stressed. And this is my inner monster, the demon I fight continually every single day. People say, just let things go, but I can't. The mess would stare at me all day long, my anxiety levels getting higher and higher, until I eventually break down. Cue tears and rushing about in a frenzied fashion tidying up.

Cleaning and tidying makes me calmer. They allow be to be in control in my world where I have very little. Doing all the dishes, putting everything away and shining my sink is the perfect tonic, after a day of failing to console a crying baby. (Use window cleaner and a clean soft cloth, for a real sparkle!) To bring order to my world full of chaos, is my goal. To have a calm and clutter free home. I'll get there. Eventually. 

But right now, I have an absolutely beautiful, but hungry and cross little boy who needs feeding and then settling. It only took two hours earlier, so this'll be a breeze, right...?

Long time, no see....

It's been a rather long time since my last post. A lot has happened. I've gained a son  for starters. I have also discovered the Marie Kondo method of decluttering my home. I'll admit I'm not sticking to it religiously (I'm still balling my socks, not folding them and I'm not talking to my possessions, thanking them for all they've done for me). So many of my posts will most likely now be about my transition from one offspring to two, my ongoing fight against the tide of toys and baby paraphernalia and my quest for order and calm in my home and life generally!

Little Bear is five and a half weeks old now and is definitely making his presence known and exercising his new lungs! The journey from being mummy to one, to being mummy to two was a bit more of a shock than I expected. I've spent the past five weeks breastfeeding, winding, changing nappies, more breastfeeding, jigging, rocking, swaying, more breastfeeding, pacing, crying (lots of crying), despairing, being pulled in opposite directions, wishing I had another pair of hands.... oh, and breastfeeding. The little man feeds every couple of hours. He does grant me four hour slots in which to try and sleep at night, for which I am eternally grateful.

He is a very different baby to his big sister. He is finding the transition from in utero to the big wide world bewildering and overwhelming. Come to think of it, I feel pretty bewildered and overwhelmed most of the time too! I think I was very naive thinking that as I had done this baby thing before, it would be easy. Oh goodness, how wrong was I? It is so, so much harder with two!

I am spending my days trying to stay on top of everything, keeping things in order and generally feeling like I'm swimming against the tide, with the threat of imminent drowning ever present on the horizon.

I find a lot of time motherhood is spent feeling an overwhelming range of emotions: love, guilt, frustration, confusion, adoration, failure, loneliness. I'm fairly sure most mums feel like this... Don't they...?? Social media is a wonderful thing for advice and support. With both my children, I have a group of ladies who had children at the same time. Some I have met, some have become my closest friends, others I only know from their Facebook profiles. There is always someone online at three in the morning, awake, feeding a baby. It's reassuring. However, on the other hand, social media presents an Instagram life - well filtered portrayal of the perfect family and home. Smiling, happy babies, immaculate rooms in homes with not a scrap of Happyland, broken crayons or sick covered muslins in sight. Do these people really exist? Or is all their clutter, forgotten nappy sacks and selection of milk covered babygros all piled high out of sight of the camera lens?

My aim is to be honest. These posts will probably mostly be written one handed, in the early hours of the morning, during bleary eyed feeds. The only time I have when I can sit down, the toddler asleep and baby quiet and content. I can't promise the photos won't have the Instagram magic touch (I need all the help I can get!), but the content will definitely be #nofilter

Xx

My quest for a clutter free existence

I like to have a clean and tidy home. Our house is by no means a show home, far from it. And with an almost two year old charging about, staying neat and tidy is, to say the least, a challenge. 

Day to day I mostly keep on top of things; my kitchen is always clean and the worktops are mostly clear. Toys get put away each and every evening after the little crumpet goes to bed. But it's the small piles of things that don't get put away, or don't have a home that eventually drive me to distraction. Piles of mail, a slowly growing collection of hair bobbles and clips on the dresser in the kitchen, my nail varnish and remover that hurriedly got put up on a shelf when my manicure was interrupted by my toddler waking up from her nap. I seem to simply run out of hours in each day to get to these small things. But they grow and seemingly reproduce in other forms of clutter and eventually it feels like they are creeping across my house like mildew on damp walls! Argh!

I would say that the clutter mildly irritates me. Constantly. Then it will come to a head when I cant stand it any longer and I'll go mad and have a huge rant , shortly followed by a frenzied sweep around the house picking things up and finding places for them to go. 

I am vowing to become more organised and therefore less stressed, calmer and ultimately happier. The pursuit of happiness. How cliché of me!

I have bought myself a planner. I list my chores to be done and smugly tick them off once done. I am charting my water intake (not doing well on this one; too much tea is drunk in this house). But I feel that I do need to address the root of much of my stress: CLUTTER. 

After a comment on one of my favourite Instagram accounts, I have ordered this book from Amazon; The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up.

 'This best-selling guide to decluttering your home from Japanese cleaning consultant Marie Kondo takes readers step-by-step through her revolutionary KonMari Method for simplifying, organizing, and storing. ' 

I have high hopes! 

Feeling inspired, I had a mini declutter whilst the little one was asleep. Ok, so I did a couple of shelves on our bookcase, but I have two bags to go to charity, a pile to action and a pile to file. Things got put away in their places. I think I will buy some storage boxes, baskets etc, and I have a LONG way to go, but I feel better already! 

Ultimately, I want my home to feel calm, easy to tidy and clean and a place where, at the end of the day, the toys are back in their baskets and toddler is in bed, I can relax, unwind and not have clutter peeking at me from every surface.

I'll keep you updated....

Ikea Play Kitchen Hacks

The little crumpet is coming up to 2 years old this summer and during a discussion about birthday presents with my Mummy group, we got to discussing play kitchens. They can be very pricey, but the Ikea Duktig Play kitchen is a very good bargain. You can either simply get the base unit, for £45, or combine it with the cabinet top unit for £65.

Quite a few people have this kitchen of course, so, in order to make it more unique, there are oodles of ideas for hacks on Pinterest. 

Here are a selection of my favourite.

Painted white, with a dark wood stain on the top. Spray paint the sink, taps, feet, handles and rail coppery gold and immediately you have a very chic finish.

This one is again, very similar. 

Check out the details over at Craftykins

Check out the colourful café curtains on this one from Visual Vocabularie

This one from Bubblegarm has the cutest accessories!

I absolutely adore this mini version of the Grown Up's kitchen!

A beautifully simple kitchen from Sandpaper and Silly Putty:

Oh my goodness, how adorable is this vintage treasure? 

Head over to Little Village to see all the precious little accessories!

Just LOVE the coffee pot in this gem from Two Points For Honesty:

These two are gorgeously bright: 

I love that the worktop and handles match on this one: 

The splashback is stunning: 

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Pretty in pink for a girly girl:

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This one has lights!

That's more than enough to give you some inspiration and ideas, but there are hundreds more right here if you just can't get enough!

The dressing up box

As a child, I used to adore dressing up. I particularly remember a floaty pink net skirt and purple wide brimmed hat! I am really excited about making some creations for Little Crumpet as she grows up. She already has a small pink suitcase under her desk, which is beginning to fill with the odd few pieces. She is especially fond of her 'crown'! Her pink tutu was the one I made for her first birthday, so is a little small now, but I may just remake it on elastic, rather than ribbon, so it will stretch and also will be easier for her to pull on herself.

There are hundreds and thousands of DIY tutorials for dressing up outfits on Pinterest, but here are a few of my favourites:

This Cinderella dress by Llevo el invierno is just beautiful!

These bird wings by are absolutely adorable. I think I would back them too and hide the raw edges.

I am so making this peacock outfit one day! You can find the tutorial over on Shwin and shwin's page.

This Tinkerbell inspired dress doesn't come with a tutorial, but is super easy to make:

Also on the tutu theme, this flower girl outfit from The Nonpareil Home is simple and beautiful:

Of course headwear is very important too! These crowns are just adorable: 

This one from Stitch 11:

And this felt crown from Small Things:

Every Princess needs a hat too:

Of course, let's not forget the boys! Check out this very cute Peter Pan outfit from Make it-love it:

For the aspiring fireman, what about this airtank from Crayon Box Chronicles:

Head on over to Running With Scissors' page for these gorgeous dinosaur tails:

I could carry on all day! Maybe I will come back with a Volume Two later in the year! 

Over and out x

To market, to market!

Whilst pottering around Pinterest this evening, I spotted a post about a market stall made from an Ikea shoe rack and Ikea wooden storage box. I thought it was really cool, then suddenly thought: "I have those things already..."

After a little rummaging to find out exactly where they were, I created one little market stall for the Little Crumpet to play with tomorrow.

I had absolutely everything already! Wooden, plastic and felt fruit and vegetables, wooden cupcakes and felt donuts, flowers from our Gardening box, Crumpet's till. The little shopping bag is the bag our wooden building blocks came in. I used the frame of the wooden storage shelves on top of the shoe rack for additional shelves. One day, I will make an awning and little sign to go above, but not bad for an evening out the blue!