A week of sticky notes

The last week I have joined in with Emily at Have a laugh on me for her #projectcalmdownmum.

I can relate so much to it. I am definitely one to lose my shit when things get hairy with the kids.

It is something I feel guilty about and try hard to curb.

Em has really got her fingers in the right pie with this one. An Instagram friend asked me about the project yesterday and I was happy to fill her in. She commented it helped her, seeing the notes, she felt better because she realised she wasn't alone in her shit cracking ways.

She said, she realised, it doesn't matter how someone is dressed, or acts in public, we are all in the same boat when it comes to parenting. This shiz is hard, and we are not perfect, sometimes we lose our shit.

What is important, is that we see the need to change our attitude and habits(one sticky note at a time). 

The note I posted before going here

Stuck on the kettle, coz coffee is my friend, and that makes me happy

Oh, having a cow is my speciality. Something I learnt from my mum o-0

Where's my frickin medal wand?.....

So important to calm down before you let a heap of sparks fly, yet so hard to do in that
moment before losing your shizzle and having a total hissy fit. Mine usually includes
a few f words. Also not cool when the 4 year old thinks its funny
to get the 2 year old to repeat said f words. Lots of giggles and shame,
shame from the mummy o_0

The calendar on the fridge. It's a day to day battle.

#yodashitgoddammityodashityodashit 

One of Izzys many contributions to the cause. I am sure this says
'Hang in there Mum, you're doin' alright' xx Yeah well maybe
it is just a heap of i's and two's and p's!!! Oh look and an 'f' at the end.
Just like muma!! Ahem.....

Something old

My place in time #43

This is the sticky note I instagrammed on Monday for #projectcalmdownmum. 

Where did I go? Probably not where most mums would take a two year old for some time out of the house. We went to our local cemetery, the old section.

She had a ball walking around with me, probably walked over one too many graves. On that day in history there would have been several people in the late nineteenth/early twentieth century stating that someone just walked over their grave. It was Summer.

We spent nearly an hour wandering around, it wasn't so bad. I found it very interesting and intriguing, not creepy at all. I could go back again and have another look, I didn't see everything.

If I had of been thinking I would have taken a few bunches of flowers, I am so going to do that next time. The place could do with some brightening up.

FLORIE
Died 26th Dec 1885
aged 9 1/2 months
'The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away'

Little Flories tiny grave caught my eye and drew me closer.

Who was Lillie Nash? Intriguing.

We found some ancestors.
Fanny and John had 18 children. One of which, Samuel, fathered a girl, Nancy Wanda.
That girl is my grandmother, she'll be 85 this year.
Some facts, Samuel died when mum was preggers with me.
My sister was born the following year on Samuels birthday.
Summer sits on Richards grave, Fannys brother in law and Johns brother.
Yes I have Dick and Fanny in my family tree!

Looking from the old to the new

Flogging my blog with Grace