At first glance, if you were to look in and see me now, you might think “there she goes, sat farting about at the computer again.”

Just because I’m so called ‘sat’ at home all day, does that make the work of someone writing an invalid one?

It’s not a ‘proper’ job. I’m not going out of the house every day and squishing myself up against other people’s stinking armpits on packed trains like I used to, to crunch numbers at a bank pre kids.

I’ve recently started making money writing. Not a lot, admittedly, but not bad to say I only started a few months ago.

You know what? It doesn’t just fall at your feet. You don’t just wake up one morning and think “Hey, I know! I’m going to start writing, and people are going to throw money at me for my fab and witty articles.”It doesn’t work like that. Most of the time the tight wads don’t even bother paying as they say you’d love to work for them for the great exposure you’ll get for writing for their publication.

(Yes, because exposure pays the weekly bills in Asda. Cheers for that.)You have to work at it.Yes, it’s still work even if I haven’t set foot out of the house all day. Take them to school, go home, get the laptop on.

You want to write? You have to put yourself ‘out’ there.

notepad and pen

You want to know just a bit of what I do when “I’m on the computer again?”

Right. Here you go.

I try to post several times a week, across both my blogs. Yes, I have two of them and two Twitter feeds. Double the workload.

This is the other one, a family friendly days out review blog. Family Friendly Yorkshire

To write frequent blog posts, with original, relevant content each time, you need ideas.

Ideas which can stem from topical issues, or conversations/opinions.

All which can mean reading every single newspaper website and column going.

Once it’s written, it’s not just a case of sitting back and going to play Candy Crush.

You have to promote your posts so you actually get people reading them.

Which means being an active member of blog networks, and adding your blog.

Leaving comments on other blogs to make your blog more visible and well known.

Knowing how to work and promote yourself across the social media channels, such as LinkedIn, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, Google Plus, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram.

Creating Facebook pages/Twitter feeds and interacting with your followers so they might want to read your latest post.

You can’t just spam out links and nothing else. (Surefire way get yourself blocked for being a spammy pain in the bum.)

You need to create a following and engage with the community. All of which takes time.

I’ve heard “How have you got so many followers?” from people before. That will be because of all the bloody hard work that goes into my blog.

You take part in Twitter conversations, you start them yourself. You take part in Twitter parties.

(No that’s not a code for I’m sitting in my pants stuffing Doritos in my gob at the computer while listening to Agadoo like a sad sack with virtual mates.There’s more to it than that.)

Not to mention that it’s not just a case of publishing, promoting and sitting back.

I’ve single handledy figured out how to add code to the right hand side of my blog to make it turn into a pretty clickable badge. For example, the parenting network badges don’t just magically appear.

I put them there.

I also figured out all by myself how to hide links behind words like this: look here’s my Family Twitter page, whoop whoop!

as opposed to just the boring link https://twitter.com/

I’ve written articles for the Yorkshire Times and the Guardian (all the while sat at my laptop in my kitchen) but you’ll still get asked occasionally “so are you going to be looking for a job?”

Well, excuse me for thinking I was actually doing something apart from playing Bejewelled Blitz, and doing inane quizzes on Facebook.

You don’t suddenly get given the chance to make money, You have to put yourself out there.

Now excuse me, I’ve got some Candy Crush to play. Whatever.

I’ve always enjoyed getting a bargain and spending peanuts on things, but on joining a Facebook frugal food group I’ve had my eyes opened to a whole new world.

I already do the check the reduced section of the local supermarket on a night, but always wondered why everyone seemed to come away with trolley loads of stuff and I come out with a paltry loaf of reduced bread and that’s my lot.

It all becomes clear on these sites. People post pictures of their haul and they’ve come away with the entire reduced aisle.

Leaving little old me, who,it seems is far too nice to bargain hunt properly.

I come away with a sorry loaf of bread and nothing else because I’m not sharpening my elbows enough.

In the local Asda the other day, was a crowd of  locusts people swarming around the reduced section.

There’s me waiting patiently behind everyone until they move, under some misguided notion that people will let you stand and have a look with a polite ‘excuse me.’

Nope. It’s each to their own.

Little old ladies with handbags as weapons, and families who are intent on wiping out the entire section with one fell swoop.

Tonight, I’ve decided no more.

I’ve just found myself stalking the lady with the yellow reduced sticker gun around the shop. Oh yes. It’s my turn.

(It helped that it was a little supermarket with not many people in. I wouldn’t have had a chance in the big gun shops. I’d have been trampled underfoot.)

So tonight I’ve got myself a haul of:

- prawns

- and sultana scones.


I did actually manage to get some turkey steaks and mince the other day too.

I just need to man up and start wearing crash helmets and taking battering rams to the big shops….

I don’t know if it’s a kid thing, or just a boy thing in general, but my two are absolutely obsessed with anything to do with poo and wee and it’s starting to drive me a little potty. (No toilet pun intended.)

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, or where you are – the conversation always ends up back at something bottom related.

Even sat at the dinner table having their lunch today between mouthfuls of sandwiches. Grr.

A favourite word is fart which I’m sure they say all the more because I’ve said I don’t like it and it’s not very nice.

Surely it’s much more fun to be more creative?

Trump, bottom burp, parp, trouser whistler. All a whole lot funnier than that blasted word.

I’ve just been informed that there’s a Despicable Me Fart Blaster that they’d love for Christmas which charmingly makes fart noises when you pull the trigger.

Oh. Yay. Not only do they get to do my head in with all the toilet talk, now they want to torture me with sound effects too.



Tell me they grow out of it. (Although I’m not holding out much hope. The eldest is nearly 11 and still going strong.)


Lately, I’ve been seeing lots of gushing via Facebook and it’s got me wondering what the  hell is going on and if I’m missing a vital ‘soppy gene.’

Lots of posts and memes have been littered with things like “Three things I’m thankful for today” and have gone on to describe angelic children, dances through the cornfields whilst singing along the way, and general loveliness.

My two however have decided to belt seven bells of crap out of each other in the form of wrestling since school finished last week.

Why? For the love of God, WHY can’t they play nicely without deciding to divebomb the other or get the other in a stranglehold on the floor? Is it a boy thing?!

So on seeing these lovey dovey memes and posts I decided to post my own three things I was thankful for to counter-act all the saccharine bullcrap as I refuse to believe you’re all Sound of Music Julie Andrews wannabe’s

The three things I’ve been thankful for this week?


- Bedtime.

- Wine.

- Social Media



What’s yours?!

With two small children, it doesn’t take long for toys to take over and invade the entire bedroom.

It doesn’t matter how many toy boxes and storage boxes you have either, as they seem to breed and jump about everywhere when you’re not looking.

Especially when you’re a cuddly toy lover such as the 10 year old. (Don’t tell anyone I told you that…)

So every now and again, we find ourselves having a little clear out of stuff they don’t play with any more, and things they have outgrown.

It keeps the room tidy, and it also makes room for new toys that they get at birthdays or Christmas, or pick up along the way.

It’s crazy how easy it all mounts  up, especially when they get plastic tat (sorry, toys) as freebies in their magazines, or from the occasional Mcdonald’s trip.

They’re a bit more of a hindrance than a help though, although they’re getting there. They’re more able to sort out and sell their unwanted stuff now they’re getting a little bit older, as they understand that in order to make room for more toys, they need to have a sort out every now and again otherwise they just get overwhelmed with stuff.

I’ve found Ebay a great way of getting rid of old toys, and it can also make a little bit of pocket money as well. (Nooo, not to buy more plastic tat with! )

One good thing about selling on there is that it’s perfect for children’s outgrown stuff – not too bulky or hard to post.

TNT  is a delivery service that’s perfect for stressed parents trying to clear their clutter, and have an express option too for fast service.

With the 10 year old’s birthday coming up soon, we need to be having a sort through soon as no doubt there’ll be lots of presents coming in!

Suppose I’d better get a move on…


This post is in collaboration with TNT.



As a blogger, I spend quite a lot of time on social media and over the different platforms, see lots of pictures and stories of various children.

Recently joining Instagram, it got me thinking if sometimes we’re responsible for over sharing.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with sharing your lives and pictures with a wider audience, especially when blogs revolve around the family , and are enhanced by funny stories, pictures, or craft activities or whatever.

I post photos of my two on my blog, but it’s always back views, or partially obscured faces for privacy reasons.

Something like this when we went castle moat exploring.

exploring castle s

As well as never mentioning names.

Pictures of children fast asleep in their beds oblivious to the fact that they’re being pictured and put on the internet for others to see, or of  bathing babies etc.

The worst we ever had to contend with when growing up was the fact that mum or dad would whip out their camera and take embarrassing photos of you and put in the photo album to bring out in front of future boyfriends/girlfriends to embarrass the hell out of you.

Today’s children though have a bigger nightmare – the fear that their mum and dad may be uploading pictures of their tantrums, or discussing their toilet habits or whatever.

You just need to look at the immensely popular blog (and now book)  Reasons My Kid is Crying to see my point.

Sure, it’s hilarious, I’ve had a good laugh at some of the tantrums on there (they’re funny because they’re so completely true! )

Do all the toddlers know and understand they’re being put up for adult’s entertainment though? Could be quite embarrassing when they come across it in later life.

Ditto with all the sleeping babies sucking thumbs (“M’uuuum! I can’t even sleep in peace without you showing everyone!”) or baths.

What goes online stays online, as they say.

Are you an oversharer? Or am I an over thinker?! :-)


According to today’s Daily Mail, Prince George will be celebrating his birthday with a Peter Rabbit themed party when he turns one this week.

With his grandparents running a party items website, I suppose it makes perfect sense that they’d throw a party for him complete with a theme.

What better way for a one year old to celebrate than with a fun birthday, bright tablecloths and games?

Some might argue that at the age of one, you don’t really know what’s going on, so what’s the point in a party – isn’t it really for the parents?!

I suppose they might have a point, as my now 10 year old started to fall asleep in his high chair halfway through the birthday tea.

At least he managed a little bit of cake before face planting and pushing up zeds, leaving the rest of us to party in his absence as he napped.

I think suitable themed parties at one are great though, and Peter Rabbit is an excellent choice.

Here, it was a Winnie The Pooh tea party for the now 10 year old, complete with Winnie the Pooh cake, table cloth, paper plates, etc. (We skipped on games though. He’d only have tried to eat the pass the parcel. Being one and all.)

The now 7 year old had a Tigger themed party when he turned one. Being a little party monster, he managed to stay awake through all of his.

Again, Tigger cake, napkins etc. Not to mention party bags with things like chocolate buttons or bubbles in (for the parents to blow for them, of course :-) )

It’s all good fun.

Over the years, the 10 year old has had Winnie the Pooh, Fimbles,  and Thomas The Tank Engine themes before progressing to soft play parties when the nursery and school years were reached and class parties took over from little tea parties.

The 7 year old has had themes including Tigger, and Bob the Builder.

Little Prince George will have a great time at his, and it’s great to see even as a Royal you can have a classic, childhood tea party for your birthday.




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