This is something I’ve been hearing a lot recently; ‘But I don’t want to go to school.’ I don’t think I was expecting to hear something like this from Erin for at least another couple of years. The week following the Easter holidays is when Erin’s funded education hours finally kicked in. After waiting since January we were finally able to make the most of her being entitled to 30 free hours. Erin started a new nursery in January but seemed to settle in immediately and she got excited about going near enough every day. The setting, a Montessori nursery,
When you first tell people you’re pregnant you get all kinds of advice about pregnancy, birth and the first few weeks afterwards. You then get people throwing all kinds of advice at you when it comes to weaning, toilet training etc. but what no one really ever prepares you for is how hard some aspects of parenting can be. I think up until now I was fearing the terrible twos after hearing so many horror stories but I needn’t have bothered. Erin wasn’t that bad at all. Unfortunately, she’s now 3 and an absolute nightmare. No one told me about
A couple of weeks ago John and I were having a bit of an argument about something. I don’t even really remember what the argument was about now but there was one thing that really stuck with me. John had a bit of a dig at me for saying that I didn’t enjoy or like going out for meals with Erin. I’m sure I’m not alone when I say I hate eating out with my 3 year old. It’s just not fun so I don’t see why I should have to like it. I wish I could say that I
It’s not and it’s never been a secret that I used to be the manager of a soft place centre. When I first moved to Norfolk I took on the job as general staff but it wasn’t long before I was promoted. Honestly, even working there as general staff really wasn’t my idea of fun. Back in 2013 when I took the job I didn’t have Erin and I didn’t even particularly like other people’s children. But, I needed a job to pay for our wedding in Orlando so I did what I had to. Never did I think I
I think it was just after Christmas when I saw that a cinema in Norwich would be showing The Gruffalo on their child friendly morning in February. Having been to see Zog at the same cinema before Christmas I thought Erin would love it, especially as we’d be watching/ reading other Julia Donaldson stories. We’d had the date written on the board for weeks and I’d been getting Erin excited about us having a day out together as we haven’t had one for ages. The weekend before our cinema trip Erin hadn’t been herself and we had nights where she
John and I have always had quite varied interests. When we first met John was a very keen runner and loved his exercise. Don’t get me wrong, he still does but over the years the time able to be spent training for marathons has become less and less. John works 6 days a lot of the time so if he does get some free time and a day off, he doesn’t want to spend it away from Erin. For as long as I can remember Sundays have been John and Erin’s day. Although we are all home together, I have
I’ll be the first to admit that I regularly lose my shit when it comes to Erin. I would say that I have a bit of a meltdown on at least a monthly basis, if not more often. If we hadn’t decided to put Erin into nursery as soon as she turned 2 last January I think you would find me rocking in a corner somewhere crying my eyes out every single day. Being a parent has never come easily or naturally to me but I have found the last 6 months to a year incredibly hard. A lot of
In the middle of November I received an email I never could have expected. The email was to call a meeting at Erin’s nursery and the private school attached to it. Unfortunately, the meeting was full of bad news and we were told that unless a miracle happened, the school and nursery would be closing in either 2 or 4 weeks. Shocked and upset cannot even begin to cover how I felt. We had spent a whole year going to open days to get Erin ready for this nursery and we knew that we picked the right place for her.