Finding my "Thing"

I seems I reached that time in my life when all of sudden you realise you don’t really have a thing, a hobby, a sport, just something that’s all yours. I’m always trying new things, maybe that’s my problem that I don’t really stick to anything. I started Kickboxing a year ago, loved it got my first white belt grade, moved haven’t taken it up again yet. I started knitting, not only have I started it and then not picked it up again. I have started 2 different things (no idea what they are going to be yet if anything)! Purely just because I liked the colour of a different wool I found. I started blogging… I called it Mummy on the Moors to discover last night that, down the road (literally), Is a well established blogging mummy called Moors_Mummy. So again I probably won’t pessue it too much more unless I do something completely different. I’m undecided on that yet all I know is that I don’t really want this to become a moaning page that no one actually reads, although it does make me feel better ☺ I am also a qualified makeup artist but as I have just moved to the village, I didn’t want to go up against the lady that already does this. Just me trying to be neighbourly, although my partner says sod it! So (gulp) I starting selling Oriflame. I brought 30 catalogues and spread them around the village all happy skipping along! Not a sausage, I am not a salesperson is all I got out of that little venture. All is not lost there though as I still like the stuff and now have a discount.

Iv decided I am best just sat eating biscuits with my toddler… And yes it is that time of the month ha ha. But I am actually really happy just playing with her and after several bars of chocolate over the next few days I’m sure I will find something else to do…

Oooh look Arial Yoga! 


I bet your thinking WTF! Yes that’s exactly what I’m thinking… this is the part my darling daughter will be playing in the Chrismas nativity play at that’s it that is all I know. She came home the other day saying she was going to be the innkeeper’s wife, again different but understandable and reasonably easy to prepare for but no that’s not the case. Primary school children’s dressing up antics over a school year is usually pretty hilarious/ridiculous and I have typically made lots of winning outfits. The easy Beatrix Potter with pretty dress and easter bonnet from Hobby Craft for 50p. I have also made some terrible ones, the first being last year’s nativity where she was a cow.. (a normal easy costume)! But wait for it… I decided to be oh so clever and add udders! I used a washing up glove turned upside down and stitched the hand to the top. My daughter is a “thumb sucker” and she spent the entire nativity, oh yes, sucking on the fingers of the glove. Brilliant. The next one was Roald Dahl day, and again I thought it would be fun to do Mrs. Twit and my Daughter agreed. I drew mud and food and all sorts of grim looking things over an old t-shirt, messy hair, few moles on her face, job done. She cried when she got into  school and saw that most of her friend were matilda and had pretty ribbons and dresses on. Mummy fail! (Luckily a Mr. Twit came in soon after and they were away playing and all was forgotten). So… if anyone has any suggestions on what a Fisherman/Visitor might look like in the Bethlehem days, oh please do tell me. I don’t even know if that’s 2 parts or one, guessing yellow pvc wasn’t around! It all adds to the magic of parenting, there’s ultimately some great memories in there somewhere. 

Maybe this with a back pack! 

Currently stuffing a tea-towl and a large elastic band into her P.e kit…. 

Mummy on the Moors x

The little things…

Lots of the little things in life just pass us by and im having one of those beautiful days where the world seems to be sending me lots of positive vibes, “I’m not a hippy” but this morning started with very excited children watching the first snow come down, as we moved to the high moors just a month ago. I then received a msg from my best girlfriend,who has just welcomed her first baby to the world, saying “Thank God for all those wet wipes you gave us!” She continued to say I thought you were mad at first giving us 30 packets of wet wipes… For the second time this morning I thought to myself it really is the little things that get us though the days. We then enjoyed a school run in the snow, and I came home and enjoyed some time in the garden with my youngest watching the snow settle. 

I then received this poem… (this all before 10am I’m just going to add).

It is quite a poem, please pass it on. 

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a

New York Hospital.

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?

 Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day on the fly?

When you ask, “How are you?”

Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,

with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You’d better slow down

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short

The music won’t last.
Ever told your child, 

We’ll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die 

Cause you never had time 

To call and say,’Hi’
You’d better slow down.

Don’t dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won’t last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere,

You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift….

Thrown away.
Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.
Dear All: 

PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know – 

even to those you don’t know!

It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world 

due to cancer….

Just beautiful and a reminder to take in all the little things and bloody slow down. Don’t miss it! So today I will be mostly playing with my children, enjoying the occasional snow fall and very slowly cooking a Chilli.  All day long… 

Have a good day x

Here it goes…

Right then just a quicky to say hello. I have decided so many people are blogging now and i must be nearly just as interesting so here it is... Iv been inspired by lots of things, some of my friends are doing reviews on toys or about days out with there kids in Devon and I really like reading them so fingers crossed I will have something to say that someone might enjoy too. I was introduced to Constance Hall by a friend not long ago and just loved her care free style and not a single f**k was given approach to social media… so that’s kind of what I am going for. I am opinionated but not a cow, well I don’t think! Just a pretty normal (whatever that is) woman with kiddies, a man and a love of the outdoors. So hello, enjoy and here is a poem I wrote…

Most days I cook healthy meals but some days I’m in co-op grabbing 2 for one deals!
The washing days around here are a bit hit and miss. Some days it’s 3 loads, others i will just do the kids!
Bathtime is fun… I’m usually resting on the bed, listening intentently to what may be said…
We like to watch films and cbbies after sch sometimes we don’t watch tv at all… We walk, we play we laugh and we smile, even if some days it is just for a while.
I am not a machine, I am a humble mum and I am so very proud of the things I have done.
Other days i write off, pretending they’ve never even begun and im in bed by 7 eagerly waiting for the next one.
My priority is them so housework may have to wait even if it looks like there’s been an earthquake.
My man is my rock…  always there reminding me to breath, without him I’d be a woman in need.
And those who do it alone… I have high praise for you, because without my other half I wouldn’t have a clue.
Iv made my mistakes some big some small but I definitely don’t pretend that I know it all.
We all make them… your human too, nobody really has a clue.
I bloody love parenting it’s a thrill everyday even if sometimes we do have to take the toys away!
It’s up and down, and and makes no sense at all…. all I know is I’m big and there small!
The picturesque family is what we are all striving to be but really most of us just want a hot tea!
Caring is all you have to do… do what you thinks best and is right for you.

L x