Would YOU pay not to sit next to a screaming baby on a flight?

Haha, this article made me laugh and angry at the same time…..! Having just come back from Rhodes on an aeroplane (yep we didn’t get a dingy back J) I suppose I have a slightly different view now as we had the screaming child every one dreads a few rows behind us!

Now as a mummy, I would have read this (before I went on holiday) and been outraged! I have been THAT MUM on the aeroplane with a crying baby, (GOD I’m THAT mum in the SHOPS) apologising repeatedly to everyone around me while getting flustered and hot trying to calm Alfie down! He was 3 months old and we were going to visit his dad in Spain so was travelling on my own.

But now I can understand why some people would prefer to pay extra to have that quiet and peace!

Ok so picture this….. parents going away without their kids: knowing they are THOSE parents who have had to experience flying with their own screaming child before! So would they pay? Me, personally YES I WOULD! Sorry if that sounds selfish but yes I can openly admit I would! As this is MY personal choice, I wouldn’t mind paying extra! I think all parents can admit while they sympathies with the child’s parents, they don’t want to hear someone else’s screaming child, if it’s not their own! come on…….deep down you know this is true 😉

BUT some of the comments really pissed me off to be honest, saying it should be the parents paying extra…….?????! WTF! At the end of the day, parents don’t have the option to travel on holiday during school term any more so already pay inflated prices just for the holiday and flights! You have to pay a FULL ADULT PRICE FOR a seat for your child who is 2 and over!! Full adult price!! Yes because they weigh as much as a bloody fully grown man and weigh the aeroplane down!

So all in all this article made me smile but AGAIN the comments of the arrogant, self serving British public made me angry!


Have a read and see the comments! disgusting, ignorant people!


Holiday Blues! Glad to be home!

English: On the Acropolis of Lindos, Island of...

English: On the Acropolis of Lindos, Island of Rhodes, Greece, the temple of Athena Lindia. Français : Sur l’acropole de Lindos, île de Rhodes, Grèce, le temple d’Athéna Lindia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Roof Top Garden Resturant

Roof Top Garden Restaurant in Lindos, Rhodes! gorgeous food and views!

Holiday Blues! but i’m very glad to be home!

Hi everyone……Well being mum is just……today! VERY TRIED AND EXHAUSTED! And do you know what I’m happy about it!

I haven’t been able to blog or had any internet for the last week as I was in the lovely Greek island of Rhodes in Lindos! Gorgeous place but my god my calf muscles have had some working….the brochure said our apartments were a short 10 minute walk to the beach and town! YEAH 10 MINUTES OF HARSH HILLS AND CLIFF EDGES! My legs were bloody killing after two days! The heat and sun beating down, walking up this killer of a hill was….welll…..trust me, my body was in shock from how much exercise it was getting ha!



But being baby free for the week, drinking my weight in alcohol, lovely food and gorgeous sun made me realise how lucky I am and I missed my little man too much..! it was nice to get away, don’t get me wrong, I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t but it was such an awesome feeling seeing his little face smile, give me kisses and hugs when I first saw him…..5 minutes later – tantrum kicks in ha! Same ole Alf but to be honest, one thing made me realise last week…..I couldn’t live without him no matter how crazy he drives me! Before I left, the health visitor came round for his two and half check – we are being referred to the hospital for his behavioral problems now….My instincts always said something wasn’t right and his behavior is not the “normal terrible twos”..He is very extreme with tantrums that are lasting hours, not 10 – 15 minutes! So it’s great I’m being taken seriously now and not just me feeling like I’m the only one who can see something is not right!

We had a lovely relaxing week…..well sleeping, sun bathing, drinking and fine dining! Pretty much what we can do back home, except blazing sun…..donkey’s galore and cliff hills to work the sweat out of ya every day! HA!

But I’m glad to be home…….!

Me and Andy

Me and Andy in Lindos, Rhodes, Having a Night Out! 🙂


Our Journey – Pre-Natal Depression #1

Being mum is just….. It’s a lot if things really. Depression being one of them…..and i really do hope these posts help other mums as surely i’m not the only one who has suffered and is still suffering now!

Just reading about other peoples experiences has made me realise it’s a VERY common condition but affects you in different ways, but it’s the one subject that is still very private to you, especially if you can’t admit it to yourself. For me, finding peoples post about depression was a great as it helped me a lot in my own way ( a way i cannot explain in words)

Normally I’m blogging about silly things, day to day going on’s and just generally anything an everything that crops up in my life, which i’m going to carry on doing, but to be honest the reason I started this blog is for my son. I want him to know what happened when he came into my life, how i felt and the reasons i love him…but i have to go back to the beginning…..! and unfortunately for me it was Pre-Natal Depression! it hit me hard and fast……knocked me down and peed on me!

I think post-natal depression is talked about a lot but what about PRE-NATAL DEPRESSION! the depression that sets in before your baby is pushed, pulled, forced into this world? awww bless them….ha. i hope i’m not judged and i’m sure most mum’s will have there own opinions!

But back to the beginning……!

My pregnancy was blighted with problems from the word go: bleeding in early pregnancy and Alfie being diagnosed with his heart condition TGA (transposition of the great arteries) when i was five months pregnant. I want to write about this in a series of posts….for him and to share my experiences to help other mum’s in similar situations, I want Alfie to read this when he grows up so he can see what we both went through! i’m just going to be very honest about the situation and i’m going to set up a page named Our journey and put all the posts in there…….!


So onto the title: Pre-Natal Depression #1. Firstly I was living in Spain (ha yep, young, footloose and baby free) no baby plans…..! BUT opppps i became pregnant with my boyfriend at the time. He’s lived over there for over 15 years and we planned on having and raising our baby in Spain. I have good friends over there, registered as a resident and everything seemed fine, the way of life is just sooo stress free and easy going…..

But Yep that didn’t last long……at 6 weeks BANG i began bleeeeeeding 😦 ……so i went straight to emergency…it’s pretty scary being in a Spanish hospital when you can’t speak fluent Spanish, i was very lucky as my friend speaks fluent Spanish so she came with me, (her husband is Spanish and she was pregnant at the same time which was Brilliant and a big help)

…They said i needed to rest and my little bubble was fine…I had to keep going back for check ups every week, the bleed started at 6 weeks and i just kept bleeding in dribs and drabs until i was like 12 weeks! I can honestly say the Spanish hospitals and Doctors were FANTASTIC! AND I MEAN FANTASTIC! i wasn’t in a private or tourist English speaking hospital….It was just your normal local hospital!……(i was working over there and paying into the system so was treated as a normal resident)

Well At 16 weeks we found out we was having a boy! Ok i’m shallow, i admit i was adamant and believed i was having a girl and therefore cried in devastation! ha….Yep tears and everything! i’ll be honest I don’t think i’m the most maternal mummy in the world, it just doesn’t come naturally to me, some mum’s have to work at it and some don’t….my own mum’s the same and look how we turned out, pretty fine i think! Me and my brother both have strong work ethics, a lot of respect for my mum and i can talk to my mum about anything and everything, even when we was little my friends use to speak to MY MUM more than theirs! I’m the kind of mum that wants to do right by my Alfie, make sure he has his trust fund, a mum he can be proud off, a mum who will work hard for what he has, he needs to be out there and fending for himself (obviously with my help), which is what he is like now…..independent and strong willed – hence why the terrible two’s are so terrible for us. Its going to be a great attribute he will have when he’s older but now its just plain FRUSTRATING AND STRESSFUL! Ha 🙂

Well back to my story, being told at my five month scan (in broken English) that my baby had a serious heart condition was just…..i just don’t have the words to explain how i felt at that time, devastation does not cover it.

We was told he might not live, he might be brain damaged, they offered me an abortion at 20 weeks and then again at 24 weeks (when i came back to England that is), that’s how serious it was. They said he will need a series of operations, he might not survive and that they just couldn’t tell how seriously ill he would be until he was born!

I had to travel to the main city hospital the next day (two hours on a coach to somewhere i had never been before in my life)!! no waiting around like you would in England, they booked me an appointment for the next day…..! I WAS POOHING MY PANTS TO SAY THE LEAST, again luckily my Spanish speaking friend came with me….she got the time off work and traveled there and back, showed me where the hospital was, waited around with me, she was a god send. I was seen by 4-5 different doctors, cardiologists and she was brilliant at translating everything for me….without her….God i couldn’t imagine!

Well all this just threw me into a spin….imagine having a little baby inside you, growing and living off you, relying on you for everything and knowing that without my oxygen his little body would just crumble – ahhhh ok this is what normally happens in pregnancy ha! OK well it just felt like for me i was trapped, there was no way i was going to have an abortion, no way! what ever happened, happened.

Now Alfie’s 2nd cousin Conner (well Alfie’s dad’s cousin) was born with heart conditions and from an operation that went wrong when he was just two years old, he is completely brain damaged but do you know what! he is lovely…..! he’s now 18 and just fantastic, his mum is a super star, trust me….and to be honest, if his mum can do it, so could i! If Alfie was completely brain damaged i would just get on with it wouldn’t i…..! but at least i knew what the worse could happen if he was…. and it wouldn’t be the worst would it? he would be here and that’s all that would of mattered! i would just come to live in that situation, it wouldn’t change how much i loved him, just meant for me, making more sacrifices but i would off anyway, no questions! PROBABLY WOULD OF MADE ME A BETTER MUM THAN WHAT I FEEL LIKE I AM NOW HA! it was great because i could see first hand what could happen if Alfie was brain damaged which i feel very lucky for as i presume, not many mum’s to be in my situation would have the chance.

hope that makes sense ha!

So after finding out about his heart, i came back to England..Lots of reasons really, One i lost my job, (over there if your pregnant its not good for business, i was working in a pub) and me and my boyfriend just couldn’t afford everything on our own so i moved back and he stayed there to keep his job going so we could move back over once everything was ok with our little baby…..! i was devastated on the plane home, cried all the way back!

Well back to the Pre-Natal Depression part – Well for me i couldn’t bond with Alfie at all, i just blocked it all out, i couldn’t buy him stuff….I was given most of his stuff, buggy, Moses basket ect. All i could do was wait….i wanted him out and in the responsibility of the doctors. I couldn’t think about it….if i did it would of drove me insane. My doctors wanted to give me Anti-Depressants which i refused because i didn’t want them to effect my baby, even though i couldn’t bond with my baby the natural instincts kicked in of “protect” “protect” “protect”….but i’m afraid to say i became a recluse really….just sat in my Nan’s most days watching Jeremy Kyle repeats ha! when i did venture out it was too the shops or to the hospital…..just felt very lonely and i couldn’t speak to no one about it as when i tried they would try and think of the right words to say but it was just your usual….”it will be ok” “don’t worry” ……it was just a waiting game, nervous and anticipation, not being able to bond or enjoy being pregnant just in case……! it was the only way i could protect myself against self destruction in case the worse did happen….! looking back now two and a half years on i just feel guilt and sickly for not having that instant bond with him……but hey ho…..this is how i felt, it can’t be changed and i’m not going to pretend otherwise!

When it came to my hospital appointments and scans the usual for me was “oh good he still has a hole in his heart” (that was a good thing) imagine that…..thinking a hole in your baby’s heart is a GOOD THING! well for Alfie it was, it meant he had a stronger chance of survival because the oxygen was getting through the hole into the rest of his body…..the only problem with that is when a baby has a problem with one of their organs their body automatically tries to repair anything else so that hole was at risk at closing up…..

So my Alfie baby, i hope your reading this and i’m probably grey and wrinkled by now! but i hope this helps you understand why you can’t have Tattoos and can’t lift extreme heavy weights! oh and why we visit the dentist every 6 months and i force you to brush your teeth morning, afternoon and night!

Just keep reading up the posts my baby cakes! xx

seaside – town – dumping – grounds

Being mum is just….Well today it’s a little lousy to be honest, I’ve had to fight Alfie every step of the way out this morning….From him having his breakfast – getting him dressed – his early morning burst of screams (5.20AM) – brushing his teeth, god that kid has been a complete nightmare! It’s like he woke up this morning and thought, “right! What can I do to wind my mummy up to the extreme on a Monday morning while she needs to get ready for work”

– So all this resulted in me having a mini break down on the way to work, oh and at work! YES THE TEARS OF A BROKEN MUMMY WERE FLOWING and now I feel like a complete dim wit and very embarrassed letting me work colleagues see the mental broken women inside me. Just to say normally I’m pretty good at putting a game face on, but the last straw came when Alfie started kicking the door to my car and taking 15 minutes to get him buckled in – because I didn’t let him open the gate, then arriving at my mums, the buggy wouldn’t steer properly in the hall so he decided to ram it into the wall and stamp on it, then hit me because he felt like it but the silver lining is, on days like today, I know I’m off on holiday in TWO WEEKS! So only TWO MORE WEEKS of Alfie-ness and his terrible ways, hitting, punching, biting…….! YEP HE’S STARTED BITING L then a week of bliss! Rhodes here we come….. Sun, Sea, Alcohol, Alcohol and NOOOOOO KIDS!!!!!!

Now don’t get me wrong if the kids were older we would be looking to take them abroad with us but ours are 2 ½ and Andy’s 3 ½. Now some mums may look at me and think I’m selfish but after the terrible year I’ve had so far I think I deserve it. Me and Andy work hard, our kids don’t go without, are well dressed and all we are getting in return at the moment is stress, tantrums (over the silliest things) day in and day out. So yep we decide to go abroad with two of our friends, mums having Alfie (good luck mum ;-)) and I’m going to relax and enjoy a week of me time! After my mini breakdown this morning when arriving at work….I think it is much needed!

But reading the Daily Mail today, you can tell why most people go abroad on holiday – I mean the heading the article says it all really and then you click to read and there’s a massive advert for British Airways and cheap flights, made me chuckle at the irony of it really…..!


We’re thinking of taking the kids to Butlins for a weekend in September which I’m pretty scared at the thought of, but like Andy keeps telling me……..ok I can’t remember as I just block it out when he says Kids, Weekend and holiday in one sentences but I can tell you one things for sure….we won’t be going anywhere named in these articles…..! So good one daily mail…..you have made everyone realise why we won’t be taking our families to the places in your article 🙂 and saved me the hassle of researching a nice place to go on our family weekend away! 🙂



Happy Customer – MiniMix Kids Designs

Being mum is just……….feeling very happy today, our business is going great and we have one very happy customer!

Me and mum set up MiniMix Kids Designs a couple of months back, basically it was my idea and with mum being made redundant we kind of thought why not!….. so basically  we have been designing gorgeous hand made blankets, cushions, curtains and loads of other bits and bob’s (well we think they are gorgeous anyway)

But i just had to share the pictures we received from one of our happy customers, she posted these on our Facebook Fan page. As a new company it’s great to get pictures and feed back. What do you think.

We have been selling a lot of these as they are custom made, personalised and we always get comments that there is nothing like this on the internet or in high streets…..! Be great to see what you all think? do you think we will make it in the baby blanket market ha!

One thing I’ve realised i need to start promoting my MiniMix Blog more and Website….Need to pull my finger out haha!

Is fish a Meat?

Tuna salad

Tuna salad (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ok well Being Mum Is Just……Food for thought today…is fish a meat? ha! I mean seriously, IS FISH A MEAT??

Right, well how this came about was…..I was cooking dinner last night which consisted of Jacket Potato, salad, with Tuna / Mayo / Sweetcorn…..Lots of Salad, Yep Holiday booked for the 17th, need my arse a little less punchy!

Conversation between me and Andy (The boyfriend who i will force to marry me):

Me:  “hmmm yummy dinner, did you like it?”

Andy: “Yeah great Princess” (yep i love the princess added on, got some brownie points to cash in ha)

Me: “i don’t think it needed the Tuna / Sweetcorn as there was enough….!”

Andy: “yeah it did, i needed some meat!”

Me: “Fish is not a meat????”

Andy: “yeah it is…..!”

Ok so you can probably tell how this conversation went on…….!

So anyway, i’m google-ing it and checking this bit of trivia out, as you never know i could be on The Chase one day with Mark Labet (What ever his name is, the big, square guy) and this could come up! Could just imagine it now….

So anyway a quick search online…….!


SO BASICALLY WE WERE BOTH WRONG!! ha! can’t wait to fire this back to the man of my dreams and my lovely boyfriend AKA Andy the cocky, i’m right! your wrong! looking at me like i’m waiting for the special bus to pick me up boyfriend.