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How It Felt When I Became An Aunty

When I found out that my sister was pregnant, I was excited for her, happy for her. But I didn't really know what it meant for me. Perhaps it meant nothing. Afterall, I have two beautiful babies of my own. Even if they are all child aged now. 

It then dawned on me after a few days that I was going to be an Aunty. The only person in my family to not have a title like this yet. An Aunty. A new role for me as a person. And my husband would be an uncle. This was both suddenly exciting and interesting for us. 

As the weeks went by I was then excited by the fact that this would be a new addition to the family. A play mate for my boys. And then when I saw the scan my eyes welled up. I got emotional. Happy emotional. This tiny little baby on the ultra sound scan picture was MY niece or nephew. Blood. And I felt love. Already. I felt the tears prick my eyes. Loving tears. Excited tears. I just looked at it and thought, "I'm going to love you. And so are my boys" I knew that we …

Mummy Seuss; My First Adult Attempt At A Poem

One of my favourite times of the day is story time. Some of my favourite books and rhymes come from Dr Seuss, so I thought I would give it a go and do a Mummy Poem inspired by Seuss. Be gentle with the criticism, I don't think I have had to create my own poem since GCSE's. Now I feel old.... too too old. 


Being a mummy can be fuzzy and it can be funny
It can be fab and fun but then turn to me being done
I find myself reaching for the wine when it comes to bed time
But I'm fine, I just like to whine with my wine and have some Netflix time


I find it rather scary thinking we may get louse in the house
I won't find myself with wit if I come across a nit
Alas I'm done with this bit, also don't mention the sick
As I have had enough of that, it really takes the mick


I think it's rather strange when the poo sticks like goo 
And its stuck in the loo when the child's done a number two
Not to mention that horrible soaking feeling
When the pee goes all over me, the shoes and the ceiling  


I turn to rhythm and rhyme this time 
But sometimes I cautiously and carefully mime 
A rude word after the food is deemed no good and not fit 
It's thrown everywhere ruining my mood just a little bit


And not to mention the toys, the toys toys toys
Of my boys boys boys
Once thrown all over my place there is no haste when asking for the iPad
While I wish for the return of hubby and their Dad


Despite all of that I think it's kinda cute when you sing

Or get excited about your TV friends; The Twirlywoos and Bing

I'm not sure which is worse, when you ruin my clothes with your dribble

Or when you go crazy and fill my walls with your crayons and scribble



The amount of things in the home you guys destroy

And I have to look and say "That's my boy"

You go all hyper and chocolate enraged and run run run around

While I try where I can to stand stand stand my ground



Yes, being a mummy can be scary,

It can also be crazy.
That's why I will stay very wary,
But I wouldn't have it any other way- zzzz.



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