Can I even still call myself a blogger? I have most definitely moved from the whole mummy blogging scene which is sad in some ways and utter relief in others, I still get 10 PR+ requests a week so that has gone down massively! In the last month I have been offered two holidays!

Life is good, incredibly busy but good. Theo is growing up at a rate of knots and has small 3 wordy sentences. Jerry starts school in September is beyond excited and Eliza is currently OBSESSED with Florence Nightingale. Have spent the last week learning about the crimean war.

In an attempt to turn this blog from all about them to all about other things will be hard but I am quite determined to have a bit of a messy blog about a bit of everything. Hodge-Podge-Blog.

So travel wise what have I done? Well we went to Antwerp…can hear you all now, Antwerp? Why there? Quite simply. We hadn’t been there. We stayed in a fairly central hotel which had an aquarium attached to it, PERFECT evening activity for the children and us! Antwerp is the most polluted city in Europe due to the fact it is surrounded by freeways full of Lorries going to various countries. One of the things I do when I travel is buy children’s fashion I have a unhealthy interest in it. And yes I spend quite a fair whack on my children’s duds. I do buy brands I know and love like Kenzo or Tommy Hilfiger the range is better in Europe. And then I come across other brands like Gymp not a great name I know! And Pudding Baby, I discovered Scotch while in Brugge one day fab funky stuff and they have an adult shop too, exceedingly pricey stuff however.

Having three small children and traveling around is the easy part, finding some where to eat is an olympic challenge. Every where is small, every where has 400 tables outside set for 4 which is fine, but not if the only spare tables are in the middle towards the back. More often than not I will have the double stroller with me which is massive.  So we seem to spend our time eating utter crap on the move, the kids LOVE it.

I have also started another unhealthy obsession with nail polish. not sure why now in my 30′s I have decided to start wearing it, and I am not wearing it ALL the time..OK maybe I am but I’m loving adding that bit of zing to me. Having my teeth straightened made such a difference to me. I am a smiley person and always have been and now more so, I have become dental mad as well, tweaking things here and there and I suspect next year I’ll get some veneers I am about 90% happy with the bottom teeth but the top well not quite they are not perfect, and I like perfection!

So nail polish! I decided on OPI as I had seen and heard good things about it so I bought about 10 different ones, but my current favourite is either a pink or purple polish with servin sparkle as a top coat on top it’s sooooo pretty!

Here’s a crap photo from my phone

Extreme Vanity?

I think this is all an attempt to feel good about myself because as my husband puts it, he’s never met anyone who hates themselves as much as me.  It’s a huge struggle when raising a girl to never ever mention it or in fact show it. And I’ve done a sterling job on that front, same with the spiders The children have no idea I don’t like them! Anyway, while putting on my makeup every single day I wouldn’t leave the house without it and spend about 10 minutes slapping it on every morning scrutinising every pore. My skin is horrendous mainly due to the fact I still breastfeed Theo and a certainly monthly friend is still AWOL. PMT is however very present luckily for the husband  and the beer which I am cutting down on to virtually nothing. I bought a kettle bell and a new exercise ball and have been working out 3 days a week, am not actually loosing any weight yet. Once this rain stops I am getting out and going running. I know once I start something I can do it.  My birth mum died almost one year ago she was 50 that is so young! To young and I know why she died and I know that won’t happen to me I still worry. I worry about dying so much it terrifies me.  I feel like I need to stay fit and healthy and I feel if I can do that then my worrying about dying young will at least be less than it is now. ANYWAY tangent! Eliza watches me do this most days and I don’t allow her to wear makeup or anything that changes her appearance because obviously she is a child and needs to remain one, we all know when you’re a child you want to be a grown up and that’s all great fun. BUT I do feel it speeds the growing up to  quickly.

I tell Eliza I just like makeup and that’s why I wear it. I take it off in the evening, once the kids are in bed don’t want to scare them :p So obviously the poor mites see me without it I feel that counter balances the whole “mummy always wear makeup!”

I also wonder if I was thinner, had better skin, had a hairstyle instead of just having ‘hair’ lol would I feel any different? Is it in fact a completely different issue I am dealing with here? I mean why do I feel this way? ALL the time. I laugh if my husband tells me I am beautiful and wonder if can see properly so much so he doesn’t tell me as much because as soon as he says it I laugh and then reel off a whole list of what is wrong with me. I am not ageing gracefully!

right phew self destruction post finished

I have to go get ready for the day now

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