The Pros and Cons of living abroad (in my opinion) 

Fun in Marbella


Pros

1. Weather– Unless you’ve moved somewhere where the climate isn’t so fortunate, everyone knows how a day of glorious sunshine can really lift your spirits. Though the weather here is very changeable at the moment we’ve had a few sunshiny afternoons recently. The second you step outside, no coat weighing you down, no extra layers needed for the kids, sunglasses on, you just feel lighter. The long, warm summers here mean we get to make good use of our pool (I know.. a pool!) as well as glorious beaches a short drive away and it guarantees that you can walk anywhere without getting wet. Saying that you might get a bit sweaty… 

I have to say I do miss the winter, like the proper winter where you get to wrap up warm in cosy knitwear and chunky scarves, but I can’t decide if that’s just because I get bored of my summer wardrobe!! 

2. Meeting new people and making new friendships– One of the things I really worried about, when I knew we were moving here, is feeling lonely. I’m a rubbish lonely person, I get lonely if I’m on my own for an afternoon, let alone starting afresh in a foreign country. Of course the beauty of moving to somewhere like Gib is that pretty much everyone speaks English! So the transition, for me, was fairly smooth. Once I knew we were definitely moving I did loads of research into toddler groups and things to do with kids. I only had Henry at the time and he was 18 months which really, looking back, was a perfect age for socialising. When we moved over my mum came for the first week and came with me to all the groups for moral support. Luckily I got in there before the summer holidays because it meant I met a few people before all the groups stopped. 

There’s a huge expat community here so loads of people in the same boat. I’ve made some truly lovely and lifelong (I hope, they may disagree!) friends. 

3.Life experience– Our move has had some massive ups and downs for me emotionally. They never seem to stop to be honest! I’m constantly torn by missing family and feeling at the end of my tether and relishing the opportunities we have here. One thing is for sure though, I do feel proud. Proud of myself and my little family for making a brave leap and trying something completely out of our comfort zone. I know that when we do eventually move back our time here will have had a fantastic impact on the way we look at things. It’s certainly made me braver, more outgoing and confident in my ability to cope on my own (when husband is at work of course!). I keep thinking how amazing it will be for the children to have had this experience under their belts before they’ve even really realised it. As well as that, what a great conversation starter, ‘I lived in a different country when I was younger.’ 

Cons

1. Missing family and friends- This is a big big con for me.. I do have a close relationship with my family, especially my sister who has children of a similar age. I so often feel really sad that our children aren’t ‘growing up together’ in a geographical sense though we talk and Skype all the time. The children also have 3 sets of brilliant grandparents that they truly miss, obviously Henry is more aware of this but I’m sure Flossie does too!

I also have some really close friends, god parents to my children, friends from school, friends from uni, people who truly know me and all my idiosyncrasies. I feel sad that they too, don’t get to spend time with the children, some of them never having met Flossie due to us being away 😦 

 I am lucky that I can go back when I want or need to and both children are *fairly* well behaved on a flight so I can do it by myself with both of them. But it’s more the times when you just want to ‘pop over’ or go for a day out together, that I really miss. I often find myself sat in our flat in the afternoon, because Flossie needs a nap and most things seem to happen in the morning here. It’s when I’m sat in the flat feeling, frankly quite bored and a bit lonely, I think if I was in the uk now I could just pop over to my mums or my sisters or take the kids to see Nana & Pops and I would have some adult company. 

Also I feel sad that the family is missing out on Flossie’s first year. They see all her ‘firsts’ on video or through photos and sometimes I wish I had the chance to show them off in the flesh. Having her here was much harder than I expected without my family around. It really hit me hard, but that’s another story..

 Thing is you know when you’ve had a horrendous night and you could do with someone to just take them off your hands so you can catch a little nap. The good thing about family is they actually really enjoy having them and you don’t feel as if you are imposing… sigh 

2. Feeling like you don’t really belong– It’s like when you start a new job. At first you feel really out of place there, you don’t know where anything is, you don’t know the ways, you don’t really know the people. Eventually, however, you learn all those things and you feel as though you have as much a right to be there as anyone else. Well, for me, I have learnt where things are, I know lots of lovely people, and in most I’ve learnt how the place functions, but that doesn’t completely take away that feeling that, really it’s not your country. You can make it your home, but you’ll never 100% belong there because you were born somewhere else. If that makes sense? That’s not to say people don’t make you feel welcome and it’s not a reflection of their opinions.. (though sometimes it’s pretty obvious that the feeling is mutual) It’s just a little niggle that stops me from really settling. 

3. (Unique to gibraltar) I miss the shops, internet shopping and good things to do with the kids– Ok I’m going to admit it, I really miss primark! We do have a primark in nearby Spain but it’s not the same… it doesn’t have the good stuff that they show in the magazines. I also miss buying crafty things from eBay and it turning up 2 days later… our poor visitors always end up with suitcases of stuff that I’ve bought and sent to them to bring out! As well, one of the things I find most frustrating about being here, is the lack of activities for the children. I find it really hard to fill my days with something that isn’t the park and doesn’t involve buying food or drink. I would like to be able to (easily) go to a soft play or a petting zoo or farm. Even just to a country park for a walk or one of these trampoline places I see cropping up everywhere! We do have some really great groups that we go to on a weekly basis but I just find the lack of variety frustrating. Especially when I realise how much we had at our disposal in the uk! 

Obviously these are all just my opinions and I’m sure some people will totally identify with them and others may completely disagree! Everyone’s experience is bound to be different 🙂 xx

High maintenance first child syndrome

I’ve been thinking about writing this blog for a couple of weeks now. I think it came to me on a particularly bad day of High Maintenance First Child Syndrome. HMFCS is the term to account for all the high maintenance behaviour your first born child displays. I must point out here that it is of course completely made up, also I cannot claim the rights to the founding of this phrase. It was a very lovely friend who told me about it whilst trying to console me after a desperate text relating the horrors of my day. She too had a child with HMFCS and therefore coined the, frankly genius, phrase. Basically if it makes you feel better to give a reason for your child’s ghastly behaviour, let’s face it you can’t blame it on teeth forever, then read on!

Since the terrible day that led me to think about writing this post, typically my high maintenance first child has been almost angelic. This led to some internal debate about whether I should still write it, however there have been a few glimmers of that well known behaviour that has reminded me why I thought about it in the first place. I must start off by saying that 80% of the time he is actually brilliant, he’s clever, imaginative, caring, funny, kind and he’s my best friend. But you know sometimes, despite all your best efforts, you fall out with your best friend and this happens fairly frequently in our house. When I have those days, on which he completely infuriates me, it makes me feel so much better to blame it on high maintenance first child syndrome. HMFCS has many different manifestations, maybe your child won’t eat anything that isn’t cut into a heart shape, or maybe they won’t wear any clothes that have buttons. When you have those days where you think ‘Arghhhh’ just blame it on this! 

Here are a few of the ways that my boy displays this behaviour.. 
1. Probably the most obvious at the moment. You know when your baby is little and you have to painstakingly follow them around the park, their sweaty little fists clamped firmly around your fore fingers and you think ‘One day I’ll be able to sit on the bench and relax for a bit while they play’.. yeh that never happened for me. Henry has decided that I have to be involved in every trip down the slide, every adventure on the climbing frame and I am most certainly not to speak to any other adult. If I try to sit and have a conversation with a friend he’ll do everything in his willpower to ruin that moment. He’ll suddenly want to venture to the furthest corner of the park, or eat every snack in the bag and then demand more, or drag me to a specific position about 15 cm from the slide to watch him climb up and slide down umpteen times.. Then if I say I want to have a sit down or a quick chat to my friends he will cry, scream, moan, dribble and snot until, on many occasions, I’ve had to leave. This doesn’t just happen at the park but at parties, toddler groups etc etc. You might think I sound really inattentive but I assure you it’s excessive and downright frustrating! You see all the other children playing happily without the constant need for their parents attention and it makes you wonder if it’s something you’ve done wrong. Have I not been giving him enough attention, have I been giving him too much attention? Of course you start to blame yourself.. but don’t! It’s most definitely a result of High maintenance first child syndrome. 

2. The second way Henry’s tendency to be high maintenance is displayed is his absolute loathing for any form of hair washing, hair cutting, hair brushing. I have literally tried everything!! The promise of sweets, presents, a trip out, just to trim an inch or two off his hair. All sounds quite plausible and acceptable to him until the scissors come out. In the end I just have to hold him whilst he cries, screams, writhes and snots everywhere while a very lovely and patient hairdresser struggles through, possibly, her most challenging hair cut ever! If extreme haircutting was a sport this would be what it looked like! Also we can’t brush his hair so I normally have to accept his hair will look pretty dodgy if he’s woken up a disheveled mess. Washing has slightly improved but we have to use a flannel to dampen his hair and I have to have my other hand on his head at the same time…? Seeing as he has quite thick hair the flannel doesn’t quite do the job, however it’s better than a screaming, slithery child dragging you head first into the bath every time you get the jug out! He also will not shower… HMFCS! 

3. Lastly, (could list a few more but I feel mean dragging all his flaws into the public domain because none of us are perfect are we) he HATES hand dryers/anything that produces a loud noise. Now I know what you’re thinking, number two and three sound suspiciously like I have a ‘highly sensitive child’, and I’m pretty sure I do, so in a way it’s not really his fault but still it’s quite irritating! It makes going to the toilet when out and about an absolute nightmare. If I’m on my own with the two of them and I’m desperate for a wee it’s a hurried, stressful, noisy event, even worse if HE needs a wee. Try wrestling a scared, screaming, dribbly, snotty (see a theme here?) child onto a toilet when he really doesn’t want to. It’s hard. Add a second child into the mix, one who is going through that separation anxiety stage, it’s even harder. Then there’s the people in the loo who, unless they were on another planet, MUST have heard the commotion in the next door cubicle but still go out wash their hands and use the hand drier??? Seriously.. not helpful. 

Anyway, add these behaviours to the fact that he hates having his feet measured, asks me 75 questions a day, will NOT share a damned Thomas train and will only eat cheese sandwiches for dinner, I think I have every reason to believe he has high maintenance first child syndrome (or he’s just an ordinary 3 year old but it’s more fun to look at this way). 

Despite all this of course I love him and his sister with every fibre of my withered, anxiety ridden being and wouldn’t have them any other way…… ha! 

Emetephobia-please don’t mention the V word! 

Just before emetephobia took hold


Emetephobia, for those who don’t know, is a fear of vomit, vomiting or witnessing others vomit. It could be the sound, the motion, the waiting for it to happen, or all of these things that trigger a reaction. It is actually one of the most common phobias and can be really debilitating. I know this because I have it, to a degree. 
Like with every phobia there are varying ways in which it affects people and their every day life, some people can’t even stand hearing the word but, although that isn’t true in my case, I’m going to tell you how it has affected me. 

I first remember having this fear at around age 4 or 5 and it has plagued me in many different ways ever since. I can pretty much remember every time I have ever been sick or witnessed someone else be sick which is a super lovely way to take up brain space!
I remember a fair many times my brother was sick. Once on the rug in the hall which I then jumped over for about a year. (My mum did wash it by the way) 

As a young child I would worry about going on school trips incase someone was travel sick, journeys in general with anyone other than my immediate family would worry me. The thought of being trapped in a car with someone throwing up was just hellish, the thought of no escape, no way of being able to satisfy that ‘flight’ response you’re prone to in moments of fear… terrifying! Unfortunately this put a dampener on many exciting events like, for example, going on holiday. Planes are a particular fear as you have absolutely no control over who you’re sat near. I remember one particular plane journey I sat forward from my seat the whole time worried the person behind me might be sick. Not only was this not very comfortable, I also probably looked a bit strange to those sat around me! 

 I also remember another plane journey with my husband, boyfriend at the time, where I faced the window the whole time as the person sat on the aisle seat next to us looked a bit peaky. Things that other people just wouldn’t notice, like him taking out the sick bag and placing it at the front of the pocket, would be picked up on my radar immediately. 

If someone was ever sick, either in the car or in a different situation I would basically have a panic attack. Shaking, crying, my heart would race and it would basically render me pretty useless. It took a little while for people to realise that I wasn’t just being a bit pathetic and that it was a genuine fear. I mean, nobody really likes sick, it’s disgusting. Even the bravest most carefree person would turn away, pinch their nose or even throw up themselves. So this makes it hard to distinguish a mild aversion to a life gripping fear that takes up all your thoughts. 

 Growing up it has affected me in different ways. I was never one of those teenagers that went to the park and drank vodka from the bottle, or went to house parties and passed out in the garden. Not because I was being particularly sensible, or boring as it probably seemed to my peers, but because I was petrified someone might throw up! I myself, have actually only ever been sick through alcohol once, though I’m pretty sure my drink was spiked that night so I’m not claiming responsibility for it. Luckily I didn’t come to any harm. 

Also as I got older I really worried how it would effect my relationship with my own children, could I even cope with having my own children? At the same time I became a primary school teacher and worried daily about children vomiting in my class. This was a job I’d previously pretty much ruled out, because of my emetephobia, but for some reason I decided to put myself in the line of fire. Maybe it was a subconscious decision? As it happens I was lucky not to experience a child vomiting in my class, but I had contingency plans in case it did. Basically I just told everybody, most importantly my TA’s, about my fear and made them agree to deal with it if the situation did ever occur! Bet they loved me! 

As for having children, I’ve been lucky that my two haven’t been sickly in the vomit sense. Don’t get me wrong they can both produce a pretty impressive amount of snot, and we’ve faced various virus’ and infections but those things don’t bother me apart from worrying in the normal motherly way. 
Actually after having Flossie, as I have mentioned before, I had a really quite intense but luckily short lived, period of PND. Before this point my phobia had diminished to a point where I didn’t think about it on a daily basis and, having coped with a couple of sickness bugs, I felt confident I could handle it if it happened. Unfortunately, as well as feeling really low and anxious in myself and my ability to parent my newborn and 2 year old, the nasty old PND re-awakened my loathing for puke. 

It was like I’d woken up suddenly and I had two children to care for who could throw up at any minute and I really didn’t know how I was going to cope. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night for fear of ‘that’ sound. We all know that sound.. the slightest cough from the other room would send my heart into overdrive, racing so fast and taking an age to slow down. I spent nearly two weeks feeling like I just wanted to run away from the responsibility. Not the responsibility of being a parent but just that one aspect of parenting. I felt I was a failure because I didn’t know how I would look after them if they were sick and all they’d want was their mummy! 

This 2 weeks coincided with the time I started taking medication for my anxiety. The doctor did warn me that I might feel worse before I felt better, but I had no idea it would dredge up all these feelings that I had so well controlled before. After about a week and a half I felt glimmers of my old self reappearing, moments of the day where I didn’t worry about someone being sick, or me catching it! This of course was the medication working its magic. Forward on about 8 months and I’m feeling in a really good place with emetaphobia. Henry recently had a tummy bug and, as strange as it sounds, it was just what I needed to remind myself that I can cope with it. 

I’m lucky that my case of emetephobia has been relatively mild I think, in comparison to some. Some people with this phobia find it hard to leave the house, look after their children, eat! It’s not a phobia you can really avoid unlike something like heights or flying, so it’s something that is so hard to escape. 
In my opinion the only way to truly rid yourself of this fear is to face it, or face the situations you most fear it, to make you realise that although it’s definitely disgusting it’s not as terrifying as you think. Of course those who fear it most are going to feel that that is the very last thing they want to do. So it is a very soul destroying cycle to be in. 

I also think the medication has helped me ten fold. It’s basically just made me more level headed, things that would have triggered this phobia before I can now brush off as being a bit irrational. You quite simply cannot do that when you are in a desperate state of mind. I can confidently say that, during Henry’s last bout of illness, my heart didn’t race even once and it was a massive achievement! 

If you are reading this and you are in the midst of that desperate, soul destroying cycle of gripping fear that I know so well, I urge you go to your doctor! There’s no shame in it, it’s just the way your mind is wired but there are definitely ways to re-wire it and get back to some sort of normality. I am living proof 🙂 I have no doubt I’ll have moments in the future where I relapse a bit, but knowing I’ve got through it before will help me get through it again!

Fancy dress, world book day and beyond…

I realise this blog is swiftly turning into a ‘mummy’ blog…. which wasn’t really my intention to be honest! Well not completely anyway, I do hope I have other strings to my bow (definitely did not just write ‘springs’ there and have to correct it). However, as its kind of what I ‘do’ at the moment, it does make sense to write about that side of my life most often. 

This post is a bit of a combination of that and crafting, the other thing I ‘do’ at the moment along with eating cake and feeling guilty about it and wishing for a full nights sleep! 


Actually, in my past life, I was a primary school teacher. Not for long, about 3/4 years in total if you include my maternity leave. So dressing up/fancy dress days are something I have experience in, but not much yet from the parenting side. 

There are a fair many things I do or don’t do now that I never expected myself to ‘do or don’t do’ as a parent. I won’t go into details but some of these things involve iPads, chocolate buttons, chicken nuggets, television and ‘fun’ activities or lack of. 

One of the things I’m pleased I’ve carried through is my crafty parent ‘making costumes for my children’ ideology. Really trivial but you know you have to feel proud of yourself for something! 

There’s been a few dressing up days since Henry’s been at nursery, we’ve done ‘The hungry caterpillar’ and ‘Thomas’ so far.. (though that wasn’t my best as I failed to realise he needed something till the last minute!) 
They are celebrating world book day on Thursday at nursery and this time we’re going for ‘Alan’ from the rather interesting children’s book ‘I need a wee!’- basically because he is a knitted character and we all know how much love I have for a ball of wool (or yarn.. but I feel a bit silly saying that for some reason). 

We love ‘I need a wee!’, its a simple story about a bear whose desperate for a wee but can’t find anywhere to go and the queue for the toilets is too long. We feel you Alan, especially when it’s not actually you that needs the wee but your recently potty trained 3 year old! We all know that panicky moment when you realise you haven’t actually packed a spare pair of pants or trousers.. or let’s face it shoes and socks because they don’t get saved either! 

Anyway Alan somehow ends up on stage at a talent competition and wins first prize for his desperate ‘I’m going to piss myself’ jig. Best thing about winning though, is he gets a ginormous winners cup and you can guess what he uses it for…  

Asides from the fact the character is knitted, we chose this book because Henry actually genuinely loves it and we read it most nights, especially as he can now identify with that feeling (everyday on the 20 min walk home from nursery.) I decided to just make a hat in the colours and add the features, (I used Munch and Missy Mouse’s hat pattern, you can find it here.http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/chunky-pom-pom-hat-3.) then I bought a really cheap plain blue t-shirt and ta dah! Absolutely in no way a masterpiece, but seriously cute and pretty simple to do. If you didn’t know how to crochet or knit you could always just buy a cheap hat and glue on the rest! I also made a winners cup out of some yellow sheet foam I had.

Now I know not everyone is crafty, but one thing that used to sadden me as a teacher, on world book day specifically, was the amount of children that came in with a fairy tale princess/superhero costume that was clearly hoiked out of the toy box at the last minute and quite possibly hadn’t been washed for a lonnnnnnng time! The thing that used to annoy me a bit is that the children most probably had seen that character on screen rather than in a book. To me fairy tale princesses and superheroes are more ‘film’ related than book and sometimes I didn’t feel like there was much thought in it. I know the film is adapted from a book, obviously, but the idea of WBD is to get children reading and sharing their favourites and if everyone in the class comes in as Cinderella and The Hulk there isn’t much discussion to be had! 

 Now please don’t think I’m judging because there are many very legitimate reasons why this may be the case in your household i.e.: too many children to be completely original, you found the screwed up letter at the bottom of a book bag on the morning, youngest child has been home with a sickness bug/chicken pox any illness that keeps you housebound and quite frankly mind numbed to the core (although this may be a good excuse to get crafty.. just sayin 😉), your school does FAR too many dress up days or you have a tiny baby to name a few.

Also if your child is absolutely desperate to go as said character then give the child the screwed up costume and breathe a sigh of relief for the tantrum you just avoided!! 

But if you are prepared, have a bit of time and your child does genuinely love a specific character or theme, then there’s a few ways you could think outside the box. Not saying you even have to get making there’s some pretty good costumes in the shops too and cheap! 

So if you have been thinking about what to dress your child as for world book day, or any dressing up day, here are a few ideas I’ve picked out that might help with last minute dilemmas. There are a few, both hand made and shop bought, and I would love to hear what character your child decided to go as! 

Click the photo for the link 



Sleep please!

The morning after the night before…


Sleep, or rather lack of it, is a much often blogged/talked about subject by mummies. I seriously undervalued it before I became a mummy myself and definitely didn’t appreciate what sleep deprivation would do to my mental health!! You know how everyone always says, sleep deprivation is a form of torture, they really aren’t wrong! 

When I had Henry I’m pretty sure I was JUST on the cusp of a that post natal sadness really taking hold. I had a really difficult birth with him and felt, physically, quite awful after but I was really lucky and he settled into a predictable sleep pattern quite quickly. It’s only now I truly understand how good he was!
I was definitely tired, but having only him at the time gave me a fair amount of time for rest and he was a great little napper!

This time, though I had a great birth experience, I haven’t been quite so lucky on the baby sleep front. Typically when I also have another child to look after! Don’t get me wrong, it is certainly not terrible, but neither is it great! This most definitely contributed to the pretty awful anxiety I had after having Floss. Not only did this affect my mental wellbeing, I’ve also really noticed how my parental abilities are affected by the amount of Z’s I caught the night before. 
Take yesterday for example, the night before was fairly unsettled from about 1.30am. Floss is still in our room as we live in a 2 bed flat and I don’t want to disturb Henry’s sleep if I can help it. I went to sleep that night around 10.30-11 so probably had about 2-3 hours decent sleep before the party started. 
This was most definitely reflected in the amount of patience I had in the day. We had various upsets from the older one, not wanting to get ready, not wanting to go out, wanting a snack after a packet of crisps and a kit Kat, but not wanting fruit. As well as this, we had very little sleep from the younger one and clingy miserable behaviour 👍🏻. 

Now I’m not saying, had I had a full nights sleep, none of those situations would have arisen. What I am sort of saying is that I would definitely have dealt with them better. Then you have a vicious cycle of feeling bad and feeling mad, which is quite honestly a bit crappy. 

Not only am I a rubbish mum on these days but I am also a rubbish slimming worlder. I just want to eat chocolate, I feel I deserve chocolate and I don’t have the willpower to stop myself or really care about it. 

I know it is sleep making me feel this way because on the days following a plentiful sleep I can face the biggest melt downs with a sympathetic mind. This is then reflected in the behaviour of both children and we all have a much happier, more energetic day! Plus I don’t eat crap… 
On those days where my Z bank is running low I often sit and fantasise about there being a tablet you could take, or a drink you could drink, that could completely replenish your energy. So far I am yet to find one. 

Having said all this, somehow you do survive, even if you’re a more withered, bad tempered and slightly unhinged version of your former self. 

Time spent with family is time well spent

Waiting at the airport


So today we’ve literally just waved off a weekend of lovely visitors and family time, mostly spent eating, due to terrible weather! Inevitably we’ve got that rubbish sad feeling you get after anything you’ve been really looking forward to and with a plane journey standing in the way of it happening again soon, it’s not always easily resolved.

Henry & Flossie’s beloved ‘Nanapops’


When you live near your family it’s so easy to take for granted the time you spend with them. The ease of popping over to your parents on a weekend and catching up on the weeks events, is something you don’t even really think about when you have the option. Weekends with family bring familiar faces and happy listening ears as well as extra pairs of hands to help with the little ones 😉. 

Henry braving new heights!


This is one of the things I’ve really missed whilst living here, not only do you miss out on significant events, like nieces and nephews birthdays and family gatherings, you also miss out on the general catch ups like I mentioned above. You sort of have to make your own entertainment each weekend and sometimes that can be with just the same four people a few weekends in a row. Don’t get me wrong I love our dynamic as a foursome but it’s also really good to get out and socialise as a family. Luckily we have some great friends here that we do often see, that keep my husband and I from telling each other the same things over and over and talking about the kids all weekend!

Floss started waving this weekend


Living away from family you do sort of live on a continuous countdown to the next visit or trip home, they always seem so far away and then go in a flash. But looking on the bright side the time we do spend with our families is wonderful. The children love having people to stay, especially Henry who does love a good jump on a put you up mattress 😉 and they also love going back to England and staying with their grandparents. During these times we tend to make the most of activities in both Gibraltar/Spain and near home in the uk, that we wouldn’t normally do if our life was based solely in one place. Doing this we’ve made some amazing memories for us all to look back on.

Yummy lunch with Grandma

As I mentioned before the weather here has been horrendous this weekend. It’s been seriously windy and a bit wet but since we’ve been living here catching up with family has never been dictated by the weather. When you live apart, it’s nice to just spend time together no matter what you do.

Windswept is an understatement

We’ve basically frequented Gibraltar’s cafes and restaurants and I for one, have definitely eaten way too much but do I care.. no. Well maybe a little bit because I now feel like I have to reign it in and that’s frankly quite boring. 

Asides from eating tasty food we also took a trip to the park in a sunny moment and the children were spoilt with lots of new toys and treats! 

Often after visitors Henry takes it pretty hard. He has a weekend full of undivided attention and then he’s left with just…me. Which in turn makes my life a bit unbearable for a couple of days. However so far today we’re doing ok, though I am sat writing this whilst lying on the floor playing Thomas (basically I answer yes and no and repeat things he tells me to). Here’s hoping my company is enough to keep him happy!! 

Crochet is my therapy, what’s yours? 


 I’ve always loved being crafty for as long as I can remember. In the holidays we would go to hobby craft with my Nan and pick something to make and often my Auntie and cousins would get involved too! It wasn’t until after I had Henry that I discovered crochet thanks to one of my afore mentioned cousins 😉 so I’ve been doing it for roughly 3 years, a relative newby. 

In the lead up to having Floss I made loads of crocheted items for her, mainly because I could barely move from a ginomorous bump (im aware I’ve made that word up) and the ridiculous heat of a Gibraltar summer! 

Baby booties that she may have never worn… but they were worth making just to look at!

You’re probably thinking.. a cardi, in summer? But the midwives assured me that it would be cold in the hospital!

But it’s been since I’ve had Flossie that I’ve found real value in my love for crochet.

After feeling a bit low after the birth of Henry I anticipated the same this time, especially with being away from family and friends. What I didn’t expect was to feel the absolute lowest I’ve ever felt, to feel I’d lost myself and to feel in, what I can only describe as, despair. I don’t hesitate using these words because I was, in total honesty, completely floored by the way I felt. 

Anyway I don’t want to dwell on those feelings too much, only to explain the situation as such. 

After speaking to family members and a lovely lady from the mental health unit here, I realised that one way I could make myself feel myself again was to not stop doing the things that make me, me! 

My adaptation of an amigurumi doll with the addition of a flowery bonnet and a lacey collar.

Crochet isn’t the only thing I love doing, I also love a good book and a Netflix series or two 😉. But I made sure I made time for these things, in between the madness of looking after a newborn and a 2 year old of course! Now, if I don’t have a project or a good book on the go I do feel a real sense that something is missing, so I actively search for a book or have a peruse of Pinterest to get my creative juices flowing. 

Of course there’s that usual mummy guilt whenever you don’t dedicate every waking second to your gorgeous children but I’ve found quite a good balance now. 
When Flossie’s in bed in the afternoon and Henry’s playing with his toys or watching a film, I’ll sit on the floor with him and answer his 57 million questions and talk ‘Thomas’ at the same time as a bit of crochet! Obviously it’s not always a smooth session, we have many wee and snack breaks or a quick sprint to re-insert a lost dummy but hey, is mummy’s are good at multi-tasking right?? 

I’ve also begun meeting up with a group of like minded ladies in the week to crochet and discuss our ‘therapy’ together. 

Making time for crochet and the things I love, wasn’t the only key to my recovery, but it was definitely a big part of it! 

What’s your ‘Therapy’? What do you do that makes you, you? Sometimes life gets in the way of us dedicating much time to these things but I feel it’s so important, for our mental health and overall sanity, that we really try to fit them in where we can. 

If you fancy having a go at the amigurumi dolls I got the pattern from the very talented lalylala. You can buy the pattern here https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/lalylala 

Unfortunately I can’t remember where the pattern for the little shoes came from.. but the cardi was definitely from a ‘Love Crochet’ magazine 🙂