Part of my yummy mummy plan was to paint and shape my nails on a weekly basis. Erm, yeh, that’s not been going particularly well… until now!
Y’see I could shape the nails, but finding the time to paint them was an issue and then, once they were painted, within a matter of nano-seconds they would be chipped again.
Trust Christmas to provide the answer by way of glittery nail polish! OK so I probably look about ten-years-old with my sparkly finger nails and toe nails, but rather ten-years-old and well groomed than 35 and a big fat mess!
Not only does glitter look festive and sparkly it also…
- Acts as a mini sensory distraction for Elliott
- Is more hard-wearing then normal nail polish so doesn’t chip so easily
- If it does chip, you can just paint some more on without worrying about it looking weird
- Is more forgiving – wear as many, or as few layers as you want depending on how much time you have
So there you have it. Glitter nail polish my dear mum’s is the future, well until the first week of January anyway…
It’s Rimmel Lasting Finish polish in 500 Disco Ball in case you’re interested.
Just wanted to give a bit of love to all the pregnant ladies at this time of year. I feel your pain but believe me that first taste of champagne and brie will be exquisite! Merry Christmas mommas – can you think of any more lyrics to accompany the song? What food are you missing most? xx
Woo hoo action number one from my slummy to yummy mummy plan is complete! Yup, I’ve gone for the chop and, well, what a difference a hair cut makes.
I’ve gone from a fine, limp, receding bob to short and snappy with a whole lotta volume. It’s taking a while to get used to and I’m not sure I’ll keep it like this forever, but for the time being:
- The front swept fringe (I like to call it the ‘new mummy comb-over’) is hiding my receding (although now starting to grow back – hurrah!) hairline.
- The general shortness means my hair is in better condition.
- It’s saving me a fortune in shampoo.
- I only have to wash my hair every three days.
- I don’t have to use straighteners, in fact, the messier it looks the better it looks, so a bit of paste and enough hairspray to asphyxiate small army and I’m away
- It shows off my eyes nicely – it does!
I still get a bit of a shock when I look in the mirror and don’t recognise myself and I swing from thinking it looks either a bit Kris Jenner ‘Momager’, or Susan Kennedy-ish, or – on a good day – late 90’s Natalie Imbruglia.
There’s still some way to go with my bouffant. I’d like to dye it a darker hue – I’ve purchased the (semi-permanent) dye but not had the opportunity to do it yet. I’m also trying to remember to take hair, skin and nails vitamins but they’re currently stashed down the side of the toaster so keep getting forgotten about – whoops!
So, there, you go, my first step of the transformation is complete! Now I just need to remember to breathe!
I really need to write something for the blog, I’ve been neglecting it.
That’s what I thought to myself this morning as I mused over which of the many ideas swimming through my mind would be tapped out on the keyboard.
Little did I realise that this mornings events would mean I could just re-post this blog post.
Seriously peeps, if someone is taking a while in a baby change facility there is a reason for it! This morning Elliott decided to do the mother of all wees at such force that his nappy leaked everywhere during Rattle and Rhyme at our local library. Elliott wasn’t so much shaking his sillies out, more peeing his milkies out! Unfortunately said wee was performed at such velocity that it seeped through his nappy, his trousers and mummy’s jeans – who knew such a thing as a weenami existed?!
Instead of grabbing some new books to read we headed straight to the nearest baby change where I proceeded to change his nappy, followed by his outfit. I was as speedy as I could be in such a situation which is why I found myself getting annoyed with the person the other side of the door who kept impatiently trying the door and who I heard muttering ‘they’ve been in there a while’. What the frick do you think I’m doing in here?!
When I exited it was an old dear with her grandchild and she kind of just went ‘Oh!’ in a way that I was pretty sure meant ‘I’ve just sent someone off to get a hammer to break the door down, but they don’t need to now.’ She tried to help me out of the door which was kind of her, but unfortunately had parked her own buggy so close to the door there was a severe clash of wheels!
I’m really getting fed up of the lack of nappy change support from fellow mummy’s and granny’s. In all other walks of parenthood there seems to be an ‘we’re all in it together’ attitude, but as soon as that baby change door is locked and closed the claws come out.
This leaves me in a predicament…
One option is to leave the door unlocked during the baby change so they can keep poking their noses in and seeing what stage I’m at (a bit like a real life Domino’s online order tracker). Perhaps they could give a running commentary as I go?
The other, which I am sorely tempted to do is to get these signs printed up and stick them to the outside of the door whenever I go in.
What do you reckon?
It’s been sickness central here at Heathcock towers over the past week unfortunately.
Elliott started coming down with a cough last Wednesday which got progressively worse until he was blowing snot bubbles with the best of them.
We soldiered on, although decided to skip Rhythm and Rhyme at the library last Friday so he could rest up in the snuggly warm.
He was doing OK, until…
Saturday morning. The usual routine – up at 7am, nappy change, bottle, projectile vomit… Oh hold on! That last one is a new one and resulted in me scrubbing away at the carpet and, literally, handling sleepy Elliott with kid gloves for the rest of the day. We watched Disney movies mostly. Well, I did, whilst Elliott lay on me and drifted in and out of sleep.
Sunday was much the same. Although this time I pre-empted the sickness so at least managed to run to the safety of a lino floor to aid with the clean up operation. Swimming was skipped in favour of napping.
To add insult to injury Elliott has kindly shared his germs with me, which means that although I’m thankfully not chucking up my food, I am full of snot. Woe!
Little One seems to be on the mend now and I’m living on Beechams powders and cold and flu tablets as us mums don’t have time to be ill, do we?
Elliott kept the majority of his milk in his tummy yesterday and was much more interested in his feeds and its been much the same story today, although he still needs to shake his cough, poor thing.
So, yes, the last few days have been spent in a vomit covered, Dr Google consulting, nose blowing fug. Let’s hope we’re all well for Christmas!
Have you been struck by the lurg?