Dentists Ugh. #blogtober

I have to go to the dentist today, I am not best pleased about it, its pretty normal, not like this place, the smell and the fact that someone is looking directly into your mouth and judging you from the state of your teeth..

I have always had this dislike, almost distrust of the dentists, apparently it all started when my wonderful childhood dentist pulled out a wobbly tooth without telling me and it gave me the shock of my life…

So imagine my horror when I find out that I needed to have one removed, I had a tooth that broke, I didn’t think anything of it at the time because it didn’t hurt and didn’t bother me, but one day, it got infected and I was in total agony.. give me birth over tooth ache, I was on so many pain killers and none of them worked… I even remember taking a spoonful of the children’s calpol just to take the pain away (it didn’t really help of course)

But the day came, it was time to get that tooth out, and my goodness the panic I felt, thankfully my dentist at the time was so calming and reassuring that my worries sort of faded away, it came out in one and naturally I asked to look at it, its always odd to see your teeth when they are out of your mouth, they seem so small..

and of course, it happened again, I had another chip, pregnancy does some wonderful things to your teeth and gums, and this time, while I was still worried.. I wasn’t worried so much..

I still don’t really like the dentists, now that i’m 31, stickers are few and far between when I do something brave..

Today is just a basic check up, all is well in my teethy kingdom!

Until next time

Mummy Cat




4 years married..

Today is my 4th wedding anniversary, it is also our 9th year of being together, and I cannot believe how fast these 9 years have gone by..

It honestly sometimes feels like the other day I asked Mr S if he’d like to meet up at some point and then getting mugged in the middle of Harlow.. but here we are, 4 years later as Mr and Mrs and of course 9 years later still together..


I have always hated my wedding photos, I look like a giant white planet, but it was a great day, I only wish I had paid of an actual photographer rather than rely on family members to take the photos, I am grateful they did but when you know how to work a camera its hard to trust anyone else to use one while taking photos of you.

We don’t usually celebrate, if I am honest we don’t really have the time, We keep being told that we should go out together somewhere but to be fair, we love staying at home and spending time together at home, we have three children, we are usually to tired to want to go out anywhere haha, I think we have plans next year for our 10th year.. but this year will be no different, cup of tea with an added peace and quiet haha.


I cant believe we are hitting ten years next year, I love my husband, we have our moments but I am so blessed to have such an amazing person by my side, to have a family with and hopefully grow old together.

I cant wait to grow older and wrinkly with my cute short guy from Game.

Until next time

Mummy Cat




I have been so busy these few days, a combination of getting the flat back to normal after the summer holidays (so much washing!) and a really blue mood which has has been hanging around since Tuesday, I know why I feel like it and I am trying to not let it get into my head but it’s hard…

On the plus I am due back to my doctors next week for my second anxiety appointment, I am less nervous this time around for it but I feel that I should mention my low mood and ’empty’ feeling that’s hovering around, I feel now that the best course of action is to be medicated, the doctor suggested I use Rescue Remedy which did help a little but while Mr S was away in Germany I suffered anxiety attacks and full blown panic attacks every few hours or so, I actually lost count (it wasn’t due to him being away but it didn’t help he was in another country) and the drops didn’t really do much to calm me down and I spend most of him being away close to tears.

Right now, as I sit in my bath (it’s a purple, sparkly Lush bath) I am thinking of the future, to October and Halloween, and of course December and BLOGMAS!!! my daughter is turning 6 shortly and I know things will get better, life will be better..

I can’t keep letting little things upset me and bring me down, learn from the mistakes and grow to be a better person for my children and their future.

BUT coming up on the blog soon will be a review from Organix and some fun craft items which I received in the mail the other day, more A to Z’s which a few have been written by Mr S and maybe another guest post series!

Until next time

Mummy Cat



Expecting K


This is my Facebook status from, as you can see, 8 years ago.. that day, I had gone into town to do some shopping and then meet Mr S from work when he finished, I had met up with some friends and hung about it, but after they went home.. I noticed something..

I was late..

So I went to Savers (a bit like Superdrug.. just cheaper) and got myself a box of pregnancy tests rushed to the shopping centers toilets and to my surprise, the test turned positive, at first I was like ‘ooh okay two lines that’s good’ and then it hit me… two lines meant baby, not that a baby is a bad thing, but at that time, Mr S and I had only been together for less than a year AND I was on the pill..

I cried, I messaged a friend and I then knocked on the doors where my now husband worked, he replied with a ‘oh cool’..

And so, we entered in the mad world of parenthood.. I was scared to tell my mum about it, she had drilled it into me not to make her a grandmother yet so I didn’t want to tell her anything, I really didn’t want to tell anyone but Mr S had to tell his work to get days off for appointments, we both decided to wait until week 12, around the time you have the first ultrasound..


I had all these fears and worries, what am I getting myself into? what of Mr S leaves me, what if people think I am pregnant purely to ‘trap’ him and mainly, will my mother kick me out of the house.

At the 12 week scan, there he was, this little potato thing, wriggling around and kicking away, its always hard to believe that something so small is growing inside you, and you are the one giving it all needs, We told his parents first.. they ‘knew’ already.. and we then told my mum while watching Eastenders, she made a comment about how she didn’t think I could cope with birth.. ‘yeah well what do you know’..

Mr S told her, I went up stairs and hid inside my room for a bit and she finally came up and asked to see the photo.. everything seemed okay..


At our 20 week scan, which she came along too, we found out that we was expecting a boy and so the planning and buying started, I made that a rule for all my pregnancies, I didn’t want to buy anything until at least week 20+

NO one liked the name we picked, his first name is Malachi.. or Kai for short, and the amount of arguments I had with people who kept calling him something else or saying how odd his name is, to be honest, I cant see him as anyone else but Kai.. but I had pretty much an uneventful pregnancy right up until the end when around 36 weeks I lost my mucus plug in a big ol’ bloody clot.. nothing happened, I was checked over at the hospital and was around 2 and half dilated.. so off home I went..

two weeks later at about 12 oclock at night my waters finally broke, nothing happened for hours and I finally rang the hospital at 4am, told my mum and off we went to the labour ward again, but still.. no labour, no contractions.. no baby.. so the rule is if labour doesnt start within 24 hours I had to go in to be induced..

GUESS what happened next.. 24 hours later, back at the hospital at 8am only to be induced at around 6pm.. 7 and a half hours later.. and via forceps.. Kai made his journey earthside, getting a little stuck on the way and getting a little cut on his cheek


Not me obviously, only problem about being the photographer is you don’t trust anyone to take photos.


I honestly had nothing to worry about, my fears of Mr S leaving, or my mum disowning me never happened, if anything we now have a stronger relationship and bond because of the children.. and to my mum, my children are her world..

If anything I think I regret not telling my mum sooner, I was the same with R, I was just so scared of telling anyone I was expecting..

I guess I know that with the next one, not to be so scared of what others think, and make sure that I tell my mum after I tell Mr S..

Next year K will be turning 8, and it makes me sad.. why do they need to grow up..

Until next time

Mummy Cat.



Two children down..

This weekend my mum has taken K and A, leaving Mr S and I with R..
Now usually when the older two are at home, it’s hard work, even with two parents, we are out numbered and arguments often occur..

I honestly forgot how easy life was with a single child at home, don’t get me wrong I enjoy the challenge of three, but it’s been so easy to run to the toilet without worrying what the three of them will get up to, washing has been put on and I managed to deep clean the bathroom, something that I shamefully haven’t done in a while..

I know by the night time, when I go to bed, I’ll miss them, they won’t be in their beds for me to kiss before I go to sleep and they won’t wake me up in the morning demanding breakfast at 5am..

I will just have R..

They are, or at least they can be, a great help too.. helping me get nappies, getting rubbish in the bins and helping me out with R..

But goodness they argue sometimes, with each other and with me hah!

I get them back on Monday morning when my mum goes into work, I hope they are having a fantastic time, they FaceTimed me earlier and A was cooking dinner (Lamb Mince with sweet mash) and K was busy reading Harry Potter (which I had passed down to him the other night, ‘I’m on chapter _’ he yells).

I love my babies so much but sometimes, I think time away from them is good for you, or you can become so stressed.. 

I am going to enjoy my two quiet evenings, playing some games and relaxing.

Until next time

Mummy Cat.


BCApril Meet Up.

I am a member of a secret group on Facebook full to the brim of awesome ladies and adorable babies, We had talked about meeting up a few times but the only issue we had was the fact that everyone was dotted around the country and there was never a settlement on when/where and what time would be best for all of us..

It went quiet about the subject for a while, but one of the wonderful ladies decided to mention it again as one of the dates that had been picked was slowly appearing in the calendar and the subject came up again, I convinced my mum and..

Off to Birmingham we go!!!


R and I stayed over my mums house on the Friday night, our train in the morning was at 8:20 so it made a bit of sense to just have us stay over the night before rather than get a very panicky me onto a train all by myself. We woke up around 5 am, well R woke up at 5am, we just got up with her and got ready, packed up the buggy for the journey and was out of the house by around 7:30am..



It is safe to say I was extremely anxious about getting onto the train, and was practically forced on thanks to some helpful ladies who helped me lift the buggy onto the carriage, I think I am more scared of the tracks and the edge of the train than the train itself as I was okay once I got onto it, but I told my mum off a few times about walking to close to the track and insisted on walking as close to the wall as I possibly could..


We got to Cambridge with plenty of time to spare so we grabbed some much needed hot beverages, mum managed to spill some down her white top but a safety pin to the rescue hid it from view, the Cross Country train arrived on time and we got a little lost finding which carriage we needed to get on and got on the wrong one, but a wonderful ticket inspector told us to remain where we were until he could find us a good place to sit and got us somewhere we could leave the buggy.

One thing I have to say about the Cross Country trains is how terrible they were, cramped and on the return journey had no pull down baby changing unit so I had to change R on the dirty toilet floor! bit annoyed about that



But we made it, at 11:35 we pulled into a city we both have never visited before, the station platform was tiny, I hated it but we got off quickly into the amazing station, it was a shopping center that happened to have a train station inside it! we stopped to check maps and see where we needed to go (got lost of course) and headed towards the Think Tank. we did get lost and we did have to ask for directions many times, but we found it in the end and what an amazing place it is!

If you are ever near Birmingham I recommend going along and seeing it, so many fun interactive things for the children to play with and some of the bits inside are incredible!

After a little walk around I finally saw someone I recognized and then found everyone else and their wonderful babies! R was itching to get out of her buggy and go play with her friends… (and eat stones)


I’m honestly so glad I managed to do this, I am usually the most shy anxious person when it comes to meeting new people and will go hide in a corner, but I didn’t feel that here, I didn’t know how to talk to them, which i guess was part of my anxiety but it was so wonderful meeting them finally after talking for so long online., there was a few ladies who I wish had come along, but of course there is always a next time.

Because we turned up later than everyone else we didn’t manage to get wrist bands so when I left to go find some food, which was just a packet of quavers and two twix bars, I couldn’t get back into the play area so mum and I decided to go find the big shopping center in the city and find something more nutritious to eat, we found a few other ladies but not the whole group and said a quick goodbye.. I wish I had gotten back in and said goodbye properly.. I fully blame us getting lost in the first place…

We had another walk around the train station and look into all the shops, mum grabbed herself a clean t-shirt from John Lewis and quickly get changed and by this point R was getting really cranky and fed up so we found a Starbucks and they warmed up some milk for her, which I am so grateful for as she drained her bottle.. clearly needed it!

Our train to leave was at 6:22 but one had arrived at 6:14 and I got into such a panic, one of the things that keep me from going mad is having everything on a schedule, and the fact that the train turned up early freaked me out and made me panic like mad, but we got on, I calmed down and we found our seats.. and it turns out that the train we sat on was going all the way to Stansted Airport, making us realize we hadn’t had changed in the first place, and could’ve simple got onto the Cross Country at the airport!

Now we know eh? We got back to mums house around half 10, and just went straight to bed, slept all the way through until 7 when Mum woke me up with a cup of tea.

I honestly cannot believe I did it, I went on something I am scared of, faced my fear, met people I know on the internet and went to a strange city.. it was such a lovely day and I cannot wait til the next meet up in the future, I hope more come along and I get there in time!

Thank you to my wonderful BCApril ladies and babies! R and I love you all very much.4

Until next time

Mummy Cat


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Amelia’s first haircut!

Believe it or not, My middle child has never had her hair cut, so we decided to take the opportunity of the summer holidays to book up an appointment and have something done about her long hair.

As you can see, the tips of her hair almost settle at her bottom! This is five years worth of growth, we decided to go to Pamper Box which is a local salon, and its always great to support local stores.



She sat so wonderfully, letting Catherine cut away at her hair, I feel super proud that she didn’t kick up a fuss and moved her head about when she was told as she does have a habit of being a bit grumpy when told to move haha.



And there is the cut, a huge difference, she honestly looks like a completely different child now, and she likes it, I asked for it to be long enough to tie up when she goes back to school, as we all know about those little creatures that live in children’s hair are a constant worry but short enough that its a big difference and should cause her hair to thicken up.

I am mildly sad about it, we had just learnt how to do a fishtail braid, but I am excited to learn some wonderful short hair styles for her.

They even let me keep the bits that was cut off… for voodoo of course..

Mummy Cat