Where to start? Last week was bullshit. My attempt at 30 Days of Calm completely fell off the rails. I had my grandparents visiting, which always sends me into a bit of a flap. The kids were over tired and
I had big intentions for blogging this year. (as usual!) I had a schedule. I had a list of posts I wanted to write. I was organised, or so I thought. We had birthday parties, our babies turned
It’s New Years Eve. Are you heading into town, to one of the many events happening tonight? going to a party? staying home and watching the fireworks on telly? We’re heading to a small gathering at my sister-in-law’s place. Nothing
If you were anywhere on social media last week you probably would have seen a bunch of posts urging you to ask someone you know “R U ok?”. I think it’s a wonderful idea, anything that encourages people to open
This Is Beck is 2 parts Mummy Blog, 3 parts Personal Diary mixed a cup of with craft and cooking, a dollop of house building D.I.Y. Stir well and throw in a handful of assorted animals and family members for extra crunch. Cook over a high heat with plenty of wine. Season well with anxiety and PND and serve with a side of humour and honesty.
A few gorgeous bloggers I follow have set themselves a “word” for the year. I think this is an awesome idea, but I had to think about it for a while to settle on what I want to focus on.
If I could go back and give my younger self some advice, this is what I would tell me: Trust your body. You are stronger and capable of doing so much more than you think you are. Sleep. But stay
Hiya peeps. A few people have asked me how we can possibly afford to build a house when we both haven’t worked at proper jobs for 3 years. The answer is simple, really. Sacrifice. Sacrificing lifestyle now for a better
This is really fucking hard to write. I’ve started and stopped so many times I’ve lost count. It’s time to stop thinking about it and let out the words that have been taking up space in my head for too
This week my not so little Squishy-Bear tuned one! What a year it’s been, my little one. The joys of teething, colic, poop explosions and sleepless nights. ok, maybe not. But there has been some wonderful memories. The very