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Tuesday 15 December 2020

Top 10 | Christmas Movie Picks

It really is the most wonderful time of the year isn't it? I absolutely love this time of year. The Christmas playlist comes out as soon as Halloween and Bonfire Night are over and the spooky deccies are soon replaced with Christmas ones all whilst the girls are telling me it's "too early!"  I really am just a big kid at heart. Now the nights are dark and cold and we're all in Lockdown 2.0 : The Tier Months and can't go out for festive bevs (how I miss my annual Gingle Bevs email to the team); it's time to get on the couch with a Bailey's hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies to get you in the mood, so I've ranked my top 10 Christmas movies which was way way harder than it sounds: 


10.  T H E  P O L A R  E X P R E S S 

The Polar Express is an unreal movie and massively underrated. It's about kids who have stopped believing in Santa and are taken aboard a magical train ride to the North Pole on the Polar Express and a must watch! 


9.  E D W A R D  S C I S S O R  H A N D S

The story of the first snow might not be the most festive of movies and you probably wouldn't necessarily call it a Christmas movie but it's cute and sweet and dark all of which are my favourite things and as a massive Tim Burton fan it had to make the list.


8.  H O W  T H E  G R I N C H  S T O L E  C H R I S T M A S ( 2 0 0 0 )

My dad took me and my brother to see this in the cinema and it started off our annual, festive cinema trips. I love Jim Carrey as The Grinch and I know a lot of people hate this movie but I love it and The Grinch has some of the most relatable quotes ever. Love. Him.


7. H O M E  A L O N E

The McAllisters didn't get done for neglect which just goes to show if you're rich you can get away with just about anything. What list is complete without Home Alone though? It's a Christmas classic after all. It's not really a Christmas movie (fight me) but it's just tradition am I right?


6.  A R T H U R  C H R I S T M A S

This film is incredible and had to make my top 10! I force the kids to watch this every year and they definitely don't enjoy it as much as I do. Arthur is the son of Father Christmas and wants to deliver a bike to Gwen, the child who got missed, whilst his controlling brother, tries to stop him. BOSS.


5.  T H E  N I G H T M A R E  B E F O R E  C H R I S T M A S

Is it a Halloween movie or is it a Christmas movie? The most asked question from October through December. Well I have the only answer for you and it's BOTH. In fact I watch it all year round but that's just because I'm a massive goth. 


4.  M I R A C L E  O N  3 4 T H  S T R E E T

Before Mara Wilson was old enough to start spouting drivel on Twitter she was this really cute child actor who starred in Miracle on 34th Street - the part where Santa signs to the deaf child gets me all teary eyed every single time.


                                                                3. T H E  H O L I D A Y 

The Holiday > Love Actually. I said what I said. Two women with boy probs agree to swap homes for the holiday season where they each meet a local fella and fall in love. Jude Law is dreamy in this BUT Jack Black is the real MVP here (slightly biased because I love him! ) 


2.  E L F 

This is one of my absolute faves and I know so many people who hate it because of Will Ferrell but those people have no taste - it is fantastic and I won't hear another word! 


1.   T H E  S A N T A  C L A U S E 

Taking the top spot is the one and only The Santa Clause - I wanted to list the entire trilogy tbqhwy but I thought that would be cheating. I love Tim Allen so much even though my mate told me recently he is a massive Tory and ruined the illusion a bit. Scott Calvin takes Santa's place and turns from a crappy dad man to the world's best dad ever. This entire trilogy get watched every single year in our house without fail because I love it so much.

What's your favourite Christmas movie? 

Rachael xo

Friday 9 October 2020

Top 10 | Ways to Survive Cold and Flu Season

 

Ahhh (chu) flu season is upon us and I'm not talking just your avergae cold here. Flu can be so nasty and leave you achey and unable to move from your bed. I have only caught flu twice in my life and twice I have been left absolutely wiped out. Now a new virus is amongst us which presents with very similar symptoms leaving us with the question cold or flu or Coronavirus? This is why if you do expereince any symptoms you should get yourself tested and stay the fuck home. However, if you're lucky enough to avoid Miss Rona but have been struck with flu, here are my top ten tips on how to survive: 

1. D R I N K  P L E N T Y  O F  F L U I D S

Water helps keep headaches at bay - the last thing you need when you're feeling lousy is to be dehyrdrated as well. Warm drinks also helo loosen mucus in your chest so get your fella to bring you all the cuppas to bed while you rest. 


2. C O L D  F L U  S A C H E T S  /  T A B L E T S

These are a godsend, trust me and the blackcurrant ones taste like warm Ribena and soothe the throat nicely. Don't forget though, they do contain paracetemol so remember you're actually drinking medicine and check the labels on anything you're taking because afterall, I'm no doctor! 


3. C A L P O L  P L U G I N

No this is not an ad but I am obsessed with my Calpol plugin. It's menthol of course so it's really good for those stuffed noses but it has lavender in as well so it's perfect for night time so you can relax and get some sleep. If you're lucky you might be able to find one at the mo in the middle aisle of Aldi.


4. E X T R A  P I L L O W S

Chesty coughs are nasty business and they get worse when you're lying down. This is because mucus is more likely to collect in the back of your throat. Prop yourself up as much as you comfortably can to get yourself that much needed rest your body needs.


5. P A I N  R E L I E F

Keeping on top of pain relief is important for any aches and pains and of course bringing down a high temperature. Don't forget to check those labels though ;)


6. R E S T 

This is one thing I think we are all guilty of neglecting but your body needs time to recover. If you can nap during the day then do it. Sleep is the best thing for poorly bodies. Those dishes can wait just concentrate on getting yourself better/ 


7. B A L S A L M  T I S S U E S

Another absolute gem of a creation. These are perfect for delicate noses. Who needs to deal with a sore, chapped nose on top of everything else? 


8. D I S I N F E C T

Clean your surfaces. Your door handles. And make sure you bin those snotty tissues as soon as you've used them to prevent the spread or reinfectio and of course don't forget to wash those hands. For 20 seconds. Whilst singing happy birthday or something. 


9. T A K E  A  M U L T I V I T A M I N 

Anything containing vitamin C, vitamin D and zinc is boss. Humans cannot produce vitamin C so we need a constant intake of it and of course we live in the UK and don't get that much sun especially in winter so get that vitamn D down your neck as well. Zinc also plays an important part in immunity so get boosting! 


10. S W E A T  I T  O U T

When you've got a high temperature it is your body's way of fighting something off so get the heating on, jump in a hot, steamy bath and sweat it all out. You might need a shower afterwards but it'll be worth it. 


So there you have it, my top 10 tips for surviving cold and flu season and I've got my fingers crossed you all stay healthier than I have because I've felt rough as toast this week with a nasty cold. 

Stay Safe

Rachael xo

Tuesday 6 October 2020

Things to Do This Halloween in Merseyside

Spooky Season is just around the corner and it is my time to shine. Pass me the pumpkin spiced lattes, the cosy knits and a pair of boots, yes I'm that basic autumn bitch. I am so excited for Halloween this year even if Corona is trying to ruin our lives so I've put together a list of things you can enjoy with the whole fam despite Miss Rona. 

G E T  C R A F T Y

I'm awful at carving pumpkins so last year I bought some foam shapes from Aldi (seriously their special buys are the one!) and we stuck them on our pumpkins instead. Plus you don't have to deal with the stinky pumpkin mush. Winner. The kids also get to do this themselves as well which is a massive bonus. Anything you can get your hands on is a good way to keep the kids occupied on a rainy day and let's face it, our Autumn months have plenty of those. 


W A T C H  M O V I E S

Grab a blanket, light some candles, a bowl of popcorn and a toffee apple if you're feeling fancy and get cosy for a movie night. Autumn nights are a perfect opportunity to stay in and make the most of your Netflix subscription. If you're stuck for ideas on kid friendly movies, check out my list of kid friendly Halloween movies the whole family can enjoy here


P I C K  Y O U R  O W N  P U M P K I N

Pumpkin patches were all the rage last year and where better to get some pics for the Gram with the ultimate Autumnal aesthetic? We never did it last year and I had serious FOMO so hit up your local farm and get picking!


C H U R C H  F A R M  F A M I L Y  F R I G H T  F E S T I V A L

The Family Fright Festival is back at Church Farm this year albeit some restrictions due to current circumstances. You do have to prebook but surely I don't need to tell you that? As well as a PYO pumpkin patch there's a scarecrow trail with a prize for successful completion. Just note that the PYO pumpkin patch isn't included in the admission price but you can kill two birds with one stone here! 


W O O D S I D E  D R I V E  I N  C I N E M A

Hocus Pocus and Coraline are both showing this Halloween at Woodside Drive in Cinema so get dressed up in your spookiest gear, grab your toffee apples and do the cinema from the comfort of your own car. Just don't forget to restart your engine midway so you don't need a jumpstart from Winne the Witch like I did last year!


So there you have it, a list of things you can still do this Halloween without going to a party or trick or treating. In your face covid-19 - you're not gonna stop the festivities for any of us despite your best efforts! 

Rachael xo



Monday 5 October 2020

Mum Steez | Hello Autumn

Autumn is finally here - it's finally boots season! If I could wear Docs all year, I would and I usually do. Give me boots and cold weather over sandals and sunshine any day. Midi dresses are so in this season and I love throwing on a dress because it makes it look like I've made an effort when the reality is I'm actually just really lazy and it requires no thought. Midi dresses are so comfy and can be dressed up or down which is what a girl wants, versatility right? I invested in two from Primark which will look so cute with Docs or even a little pair of heeled chelsea boots. Darker nights mean darker colours and for the innrer goth in me this is perfect, think rich burgundys and earthy tones like khaki and mustard and of course all of the black. This outfit is giving me serious witchy vibes and I am obsessed! 

What are your go to Autumn must haves?

Rachael xo


Friday 19 June 2020

Family | The Struggle With Co-Parenting

Co-parenting is something often talked about to describe how two people parent after they have split up but we all know the reality is, everybody is co-parenting even if the couple are still together. You're never going to see eye to eye on everything and like most things in life, it's all about compromise. I've talked about co-parenting at Christmas time and how P and I split our time with the boys fairly through the week since we separated 18 months ago but the struggle with co-parenting in any situation can be difficult. 

P and I always had diferent views on how to parent from the very start because he wanted to do everything by the book, which of course there's nothing wrong with that but we weren't even allowed to have music on in the house as it was "too much of a distraction when he's playing." In fact, I remember a girl coming to our house and commenting how quiet it was. I wasn't even allowed to put a Christmas movie on Christmas morning which caused murder on our very first Christmas as a three. 

One thing that has always been a struggle is getting the boys into a bedtime routine. I touched lucky with George in the fact he was a good sleeper from the start, a taboo subject to talk about, I know, but he was brilliant. He started sleeping through from 8 weeks old and you really do feel like a knew person after weeks of broken sleep. On the otherhand, Henry was not a good sleeper because nobody is that lucky and even to this day he doesn't sleep through the night. I wanted to introduce a proper bed time routine for George when he was around 9 months which coincided with the time I returned to work after maternity leave, however, P wasn't supportive of this. I got my way and things were going well until I went away for a few days for a friend's hen do and all my hard work had swiftly been undone. The sleep thing has always been an issue for us. 

When I moved out last year, I moved into a little two up two down with the boys, got their bedroom kitted out with bunks and new things to make it exciting for them. I was determined to stop them sleeping in my bed and to stop staying in their rooms until they fell asleep. For weeks I grafted, staying in their room until they were used to it, to sitting on the landing outside their door, moving to my bedroom until eventually they were okay with me putting them to bed and going downstairs. If they woke up and came into my bedroom, I would take them back into bed. Bedtime was strictly pyjamas, milk, story and teeth starting at 7 pm reading for them to be in bed by 7.30 pm. Their dad on the otherhand, again refused to support me on this and to this day he still refuses. 

Whilst they've been off school he said he "doesn't care that they're up late" when in actual reality it's affecting their day to day behaviour. They're tired, they're grumpy and they have no routine whatsoever. Co-parenting is actually really really difficult especially when you're being undermined all the time and you've worked hard to get something to work and sometimes I really do wonder if I'd be better off doing it alone. Of course I'd never punish P or the boys and stop them seeing each other but at the moment I think they need to spend more time with someone who will give them some structure.

It makes it really difficult to set boundaries for the boys when they're between houses where two people just do not make a good team whatsoever but I guess I have just go to persevere and hope that something sinks in for them. 

The struggle with co-parenting is real and I feel for all of you who are doing it whether together or separated. Stay strong, you're doing amazing! 

Rachael xo

Wednesday 17 June 2020

Family | Protecting the Cubs

I wasn't going to write this post because it still angers me to this day what happened but a wise woman once told me "writing is therapy" so here we are. 

On September 11th 2017, the day after George's third birthday, we packed up the boys and the car and headed the 180 miles to Butlins in Skegness for their Just For Tots Week. I was already dreading another family with the in-laws, let alone with a stroppy threenager and nine month old in tow, however, I'd already survived the previous holiday without killing anyone whilst I was pregnant so it wouldn't be too bad right?

On our second day there we were in the main pavillion where they had a section gated off and inside was full of Little Tikes toys, cars, castles, you know that kind of stuff, with plenty of seats so the growns ups could sit back and supervise. George was off playing, Henry was in his pram asleep and I noticed George hit another child. With that I got up out my seat to go deal with himas any normal mother would but the next thing I knew some bitch of a woman was telling him off, very aggressively, pointing in his face and then she smacked him! No word of a lie, this fully grown woman smacked my child on the shoulder. 

Nothing ever prepares you for that kind of rage you know? I flew at this woman, heels ablazing and screaming "what are you doing? Don't touch my kid!" Actually, there was a lot more swearing than that as you can imagine. And you know what she said? "He's just hit him!" As if that defended her actions! Genuinely thought I was going to be inprisoned for battering a pensioner that day and if she hadn't picked her grandson up I think I might have caused some actual harm to her. 

I had to leave the pavillion because I was so mad and somewhat embarrassed of how I'd reacted but when someone hurts your child your natural instinct is to protect, just like a lioness protecting her cubs. Would the in laws think differently of me? Would the other parents in the pavillion think I was some common scouse woman causing a fight?  I rang my mum to let her know and started crying on the phone because I cry when I'm angry She told me to report it but I was worried I was going to be arrested for hitting a bitch so I left it and to this day I'm pissed off that I never. On my return, another mum asked me if I was okay, told me to report it and said I'd handled it well so I don't think I did too badly looking back. 

Kids are kids and they lash out at each other, it happens. And it's horrible when you see another child  hurt yours, it really is but it doesn't give anyone the right to slap your child, in fact, I'm pretty sure it's illegal. I have no probelm with someone telling my two off if they've misbehaved but there's no need to be aggressive in any way at all. Nothing excuses that woman's actions that day and perhaps nothing really excuses mine. I still maintain she deserved it and she was lucky she left when she did though.  

We did see that family a day or two later in the playground and she swiftly left when she saw us, leaving her full pint of Stella (yes, Stella) on the table so I think justice was served that day. 

Just don't touch my kids yeah?

Rachael xo




Monday 15 June 2020

Life | Lockdown Diary #003

When I started this series my intention was to blog weekly about our life in lockdown but to be completely honest with you, I haven't really wanted to document it. The truth is I have really struggled with being on my own in the house with the boys. I occasionally see my neighbours once a week when they take my bins out for me, the boys dad when he drops them off but he's a loner and getting conversation out of him is like drawing blood from a stone, and my parents when they've done socially distanced door drop offs. I used to consider myself quite antisocial, but I'm not really. I don't really like the general public or strangers (unless I've had a bevvy then I'm everyones mate) but it turns out in fact, I actually need people around me. I guess it's one of those things isn't it? Being left alone with nothing but your kids and your own thoughts can be hard and it's been hard for me. 

I've kept myself busy with projects around the house because I'm due to move house soon so I've given everywhere a much needed freshen up and upcycled some furniture ready for when I move in to the house. I've kept away from people I love, kept away from my friends, my family for 12 or 13 weeks or however long it is now and kept me and my boys (and the old fella who stands that little bit too close behind me in the supermarket) safe. 

When lockdown rules were lifted and we were allowed to see people from another household in a public space, I met up with my friend and her two boys which I'm not going to talk about too much because I wrote about it here but when I posted a photo I was scrutinised by people for it. Just this weekend I spent a few hours in the park with the girls were we all sat apart from each other and yet again people are quick to comment on how far or how close we're sitting. The same people are sharing cars with people from another househould to go for fast food or don't even actually live in mainland UK and are no longer socially distancing at all. One person on Twitter even called me vile and selfish. Everyone thinks they're the lockdown police at the minute. I've socially distanced, I've stuck by the rules and I now have one family in my bubble.

I thought that when the rules were lifted and I could see my friends and now I can even hug my mum, I'd feel great but instead I'm being made to feel like shit by people who can't just mind their own business. I guess there's no real reason for this post other than just needing a rant. Soical media is toxic and it's full of people with too much to say because they can hide behind a screen. People hate seeing others happy don't they? So that's why I've made the decision to come off Facebook and I'll be no longer sharing what I do on social media, so I guess I'm taking a hiatus from it all. 

Stay safe

Rachael xo

Saturday 13 June 2020

Life | Lets Talk About Pride


June is Pride month to commemorate the Stonewall Riots which occured at the end of June 1969. For those of you who don't know, the Stonewall Riots were a protest in response to a police raid that occured in a pub in the Greenwich Village of Manhattan. THE LGBTQ+ community fought back when police became violent (funny that, police getting violent). That was back in the 60s and although the community have come a long way, they're still fighting for equality. So lets talk about Pride. 

Pride is a huge celebration for the LGBTQ+ community but not only that it's a time for peaceful protests and raising awareness for policitical issues the community may face. Despite it being 2020 the community still face prejudice such as same sex marriage being illegal. It was only 13 January 2020 same sex marriage was made legal in Northern Ireland. It sounds unbelievable doesn't it? 

Whilst I don't identify as LGBTQ+ (open minded definitely) but I consider myself an ally and awant to normalise that being gay isn't something to be ashamed of or keep hidden. I talk openly to the boys about how two men can love each other and how two women can love each other too and I'll continue to educate them as they grow on other issues that should be normalised such as trans people, people who are asexual and even intersex people. The more we talk about these things, the more normal they become. 

We sexualise children from an early age and by that  I mean, as soon as George started school people would ask him "ooh do you have a girlfriend?" and that is teaching him boys can only love girls. Whereas, I will always say to him "when you grow up and fall in love with someone" or I'll say "boyfriend or girlfriend" to let him know that whatever he chooses and whoever he falls in love with is okay because at the end of the day love is love. Language is so important. We had a conversation this week actually, about growing up and getting married, and he told me he wanted Auntie Gracie (my best mate) to be his wife, I said "what if I want her to be my wife?" and he said "but she's a girl!" I just explained to him two girls can be in love and two boys can be in love. 

They're very accepting, kids, and he didn't question me further and this is how we should talk to our children. Be open with them when they ask questions or challenge you. Its how they learn. Hoimophobia is still so rife everywhere and it's because people are taught these things are dirty and they should be ashamed or it's bad to be gay. I never want my two to feel the need to "come out" if they are gay because it shouldn't be a struggle to be in love or accept who you are. 

So in June we celebrate Pride (July in Liverpool). I usually go to Pride Festival in Liverpool and it is one of the best days of the year, everyone all dressed up in whatever they want and drinking and dancing in the streets. But I also use it to educate the boys on different types of love and acceptance. I want to include more diverse books and movies to them with same sex families as well so if anyone has any recommendations, please let me know in the comments below! 

Rachael xo

Friday 12 June 2020

Mum Steez | Lockdown Looks


Lockdown has got us all cutting about in joggers and active wear hasn't it? Nothing fits me at the moment because I haven't stopped eating and drinking whatever I look at for the past twelve weeks. I haven't felt too bad about it because at the end of the day we're in the middle of a pandemic but with lockdown measure's being lifted I need to shift these extra pounds. None of my cute things fit and I am sick to death of living in leggings and oversized hoodies tbqhwy. Going to be living my cute outfit fantasies through the internet until I can fit back into my size 12s again! 

Rachael xo

Sunday 7 June 2020

Dating | The 10 Types of Guy You Find on Tinder

Tinder is probably the most used dating app out there at the moment and when I first ventured into the world of online dating it was a minefield. I feel like I've learnt a lot in the past year and a half of swiping left and right so I've put together a list of the 10 types of guy you find on Tinder: 

THE GYM GUY

There will be multiple selfies of him flexing in the mirrors at the gym showing off his gains. The gym guy wants a girl who lifts 🍑

THE WHICH ONE AM I GUY

Every photo leaves you guessing who this mystery person is as he is often posing with the same mates in every photo. Spoiler alert: he's never the fit one.

THE MARRIED GUY

The married guy never shows his face of course but instead there will be a close up picture of a suit that he's robbed off Google Images. His bio reads "do not judge me" but guess what mate? We're judging you. Hard. 

THE FUCK BOY

Okay so not a guy but he needs to be included. The fuck boy has only shirtless photos and over use of the 😜 emoji. The fuck boy isn't looking for anything serious but he won't tell you that directly because that's not how he works. He wants to charm you into bed and ghost you. 

THE ADVENTURE GUY

Adventure guy has picture after picture of him on a mountain, or on a bike and is looking for his travel buddy. He wants an "outdoorsy" girl with the same interests only. Anyone else need not apply. It's a no from me, hun. 

THE INAPPROPRIATE GUY

Beware of the inappropriate guy, he seems normal at first but really he's luring you into a false sense of security before he starts sending detail messages about what he wants to do to you. 

THE NOT MY CHILD GUY

He'll pose with his niece, nephew, godchild, brother's girlfriend's sister's child but make it clear it's "not my kid!" He does this to prove he's responsible, he's cheeky and he's charming but his intentions aren't always clear. 

THE NO HEAD GUY

He's got a bird. Or he's really, really ugly. It's most likely the first one though, let's face it! Nobody ever swipes yes for the no head guy. 

THE TRY HARD 

Who's got time to make a Powerpoint presentation? Upload your best angled photos and write a funny bio like the rest of us! 

THE FIT ONE

The fit one is all looks and no substance. Making conversation with the fit one is like pulling teeth, he may look the part but he will bore you to death. It's true what they say, god doesn't give with both hands.

Saturday 6 June 2020

Family | Becoming a Better Mum

Two years ago I was in such a bad place mentally that I just had no time for the boys at all, which sounds awful doesn't it? But I've always vowed to be completely honest in my little space on the internet and it's time to tell that story. You see the thing is, when your mental health is at an all time low the last thing you want to do is play games or head out to soft play. Two years on I'm in a much better place and even last year I felt like a totally different person so here's my story on becoming a better mum. 

I've always suffered with my mental health even as a teen but it was never something that was discussed openly and it was something I got on with on my own. There would be nights I would cry myself to sleep for no other reason and I never understood it. It was only when I reached my late teens/ early twenties that mental health became a thing that was a bit more talked about but there was still a stigma attached to it, bear in mind this was ten years ago. At the time I never seeked any help, I just went through it alone but it was manageable. After having George my anxiety worsened and my mood swings were the worst they had ever been and it was only then I went to the doctor and was prescribed sertraline. 

Things were shaky at best, I'd have good days and bad days but the truth is I used to take the boys' dad for granted and he would do almost everything for them when he was home. I know how unhealthy that is and how unfair it was on both him and my babies, but that's what it was like. My patience was always thin, I was still moody and still snappy and would spend my evenings hiding out in the bedroom. There were many things attributing to my mental health at the time and the main one was my strenuous relationship with their dad. It was a really dark time for me and I'm not proud of it. 

Christmas time 2019 I made the decision to change my life around. I knew I couldn't carry on living like that forever and I've mentioned many times how happy I am for doing so. Obviously being a single mum means I have to do everything for the boys now but I no longer begrudge them. I know the fact I'm happier in myself has a lot to do with that but the time on my own helps. Time I never used to get. I was a working mum who would have to come home, clean, cook and help with the kids bed time. I would work Tuesday-Thursday and then all weekend I would be home with the boys. There was no balance there at all and something I struggled with for longer than I should have. Now, I go to work and have three evenings a week to myself and that time when the boys are in school on top of that. It does wonders for the soul.

It is so important to be able to recharge. Self care isn't just about baths and face masks you know? It's having the chance to catch up on your favourite TV show or something as simple as not having to answer to anyone. I am so much more appreciative of my time with George and Henry now and I love playing with them, taking them on days out and all the other lovely mum stuff you're supposed to enjoy. I've got so much more patience for them - that's not to say there's days when they don't test that - but it's what they deserve because they really are little belters. 

I've learnt a lot this pat year and I'm still learning and growing as a person and as a mum but I'm proud of how far I've come. Afterall, we're all just winging it aren't we? 

Rachael xo


Friday 5 June 2020

Dating | Dating During a Pandemic

You may have read my post about what it is like dating as a single parent but what's it like trying to date during a pandemic Honestly, it's the pits. During a world wide pandemic where meeting people face to face is most definitely a sin and social distancing is being enforced everywhere, dating is pretty much a no go. At the end of the day though, we're still only human and we want to feel a connection with someone. Luckily in this day and age, we're connected to people everywhere thanks to the internet and dating apps such as Tinder, Bumble and Hinge; so it doesn't necessarily mean dating during a pandemic ceases to exist, it just makes it ten times harder. 

It's no secret that I'm like Tinkerbell in the fact I need attention to live. Maintaining that attention though and keeping some interested by texting alone is really really hard. Let's face it nobody wants to be in the talking stage for weeks or even months and sometimes you just need a neck to seal the deal. 

Before lockdown was introduced I was talking to his fella and it was going really well, we'd talk every day, flirt a bit, we even made each other playlists and had plans to meet when we were no longer grounded. The thing is, he never wanted to do anything I suggested to make things more fun or exciting. And no, I don't mean sexting (although there's nothing wrong with that), but more like a Netflix watch party or a Facetime date or even just something as simple as a voice note. I don't want a pen pal, mate. Anyway, a few weeks in he got really shady and when I called him out on it he became defensive and aggressive, not even giving me a chance to repsond before blocking me. To be totally honest it was a blessing in disguise and even if he hadn't blocked me it was a massive red flag anyway. So goodbye, Benny boy! 

Since then there's been other matches that only fizzle out within a matter of days, which luckily I don't take personally. Most of us are looking to pass the time at the minute because we're bored and lonely, myself included. An ego boost and a momentary distraction seems to do the trick even if it is extremely frustrating! So when I see these articles and tweets where people have had virtual Facetime dates or even socially distanced dates now lockdown measures have been restricted it's hard not to feel deflated. Where are these cute men who want to properly date virtually and go on cute little socially distanced dates in the park?

Stay safe

Rachael xo


Tuesday 2 June 2020

Health | How to Survive Pregnancy During a Heatwave

With the weather getting warmer everybody is out sunbathing, enjoying BBQs and gin in the sun (in the comfort of their own gardens I hope!) and while it can be fun to be outside working on that tan it can be so uncomfortable when you're pregnant. Henry was born in the winter, but George was born in the summer so believe me, I've definitely suffered. Here's how to survive pregnancy during a heatwave: 

INVEST IN A FAN

This one speaks for itself and it probably the most obvious. Open all your windows and if you're lucky enough to have patio doors, open those too. Sit in front of the fan with a book or watch something on telly (provided you haven't got older children to run around after). Also get yourself a little hand fan that you can keep in your handbag for if you need to go out. 

STOCK UP ON ICE POPS

Not only ice pops boss for cooling yourself down they are the best for keeping the nausea at bay so you can kill two birds with one stone with this one. They were my absolute saviours throughout both my pregnancies. 

CLOTHING

I lived in cheap maxi and midi dresses during my pregnancies. They don't break the bank and the best thing? If you don't stretch them out too much you can wear them post pregnancy too so they're definitely worth the small investment. Wear thin, breathable materials and your body will thank you for it. Also  you need sandals - preferably ones you can slip on so that you don't have to bend down and fasten any straps or awkward buckles. I think if your feet are too hot or too cold, the rest of you follows suit. Does that have something to do with the blood flow? WHO KNOWS?


KEEP STILL

Again another obvious one, the more you move, the more you sweat. Park your bum in front of that fan you bought and let it do it's job. Any excuse to sit around and have someone wait on your and foot if you ask me.

STAY HYDRATED

Not drinking enough water is something we're all guilty of isn't it? Dehydration headaches are not fun and neither are those late night pregnancy leg cramps. Drink your water, it's important.

TAKE A COOL SHOWER/ BATH

The summer of June/ July 2014 I spent the majority of my time in a nice cool bath. Not only was it relaxing it was the best thing to do on a hot day. When you get out your body then heats back up to room temperature. Win, win. 

Stay cool 

Rachael xo


Monday 1 June 2020

Life | Teaching Your Children Diversity

As many of you know, the name George Floyd has been on everybody's lips this week. 46 year old Floyd was arrested on suspicion of using a conterfeit note and because he was black, a police officer killed him by kneeling on his neck for seven whole minutes resulting in his death. His death has been recorded and published for everybody to see, I've not watched the video because I can imagine it's extremely distressing. And everyone's talking about it because of the video, but what about all those murders that aren't caught on film? People will be talking about something else next week because that's just what happens, but we shouldn't stop talking about it. Everyone is posting Black Lives Matters right now as if it's a trend, it is not a trend and it is something you should be taking seriously because it's 2020 and racism still exists. And it exists here in the UK too, f you think it doesn't then you're either stupid or extremely ignorant. If you're in the UK and you're wondering what you can do to help then you can start by teaching your children diversity. 

Teach your children that it's okay to ask questions so when your toddler shouts out loud in the supermarket "why is that lady brown?" don't shy away from that question or be ashamed or embarrassed. Answer that question. Explain to your child just like people having different hair colours, people also have different skin colours. It's okay to ask questions and children need to know that rather than being taught that this is intrusive. Teach your child everybody is different and the world would be a boring place if we were all the same. 

I remember my younger brother stating he was scared of black people once when he was very young and my mum was having none of it, so she bought him a black doll. I mean he liked dolls anyway, but she bought him baby Princess Tiana. And that's how you do it. Buy that black Barbie doll, watch Princess and the Frog, buy that book about the BAME child. Racism is a learnt behaviour and it ends with you.

We still hear casual racism all the time and whenever you hear it you should need to call it out. I'm not afraid to call out racism and you shouldn't be either. You can post now that Black Lives Matter because it's topical but in order to help black people you need to continute the movement. 

Children are naturally very accepting of whatever you tell them so you need set a good example to them. Teach them well. 

Black lives matter, not just now but always

Rachael xo





Sunday 31 May 2020

Family | Why I'm Not Sending My Kids Back To School

On the 20th March schools in the UK closed due to a worldwide pandemic, unless you've been living under a rock you'll already know this but I'm setting the scene okay? Before The Big Announcement that schools were actually due to close,  a lot of parents here had already made the decision to keep their children home, however, my two were still attending. The boys were at their dad's that week as I was in work so we hadn't really discussed it. The Big Annoucement finally came on Wednesday 18th March, so I met the boys with their dad to explain the situation. We'd decided they would still go into school for the remainder of the week  mainly so that they could see their friends, teachers and collect the WFH packs. On that faithful last day as I walked my two to into school as normal it felt anything but. The streets were quiet, it was eery and I felt so guilty for taking them in. Bear in mind we didn't know much about covid at this point and to be honest, I still don't think we have enough information. I was emotional when I got home and no I wasn't mourning the loss of my free time, I was sad for the boys. Sad that they wouldn't get to see their friends and their teachers. It's been a tough few weeks for us here, we haven't done much home schooling or had much of a routine and the boys really miss school and their friends. As of tomorrow schools are reopening here in stages, certain year groups are allowed back, George's being one of them, but he won't be going back. I'm going to tell you why I'm not sending my kids back to school. 

I don't believe it's safe. The death rate in the UK is still so high, as of today I believe there has been over 38,000 deaths according to the WHO website. You can check it here. Some of you may question this since I met my friend in the park with her two boys this weekend but like I mentioned in my last post the risk to them was minimal. Despite there not being enough information, the risk of children under 10 carrying covid-19 and becoming infected is considered to small and they are apparently less susceptible to catching. That of course doesn't mean they can't catch it. From what I've read it seems they don't tend to pass it on to each other or adults but can catch it from adults. I'm not going to link you to any articles because I've done my research here and you should do yours too because only you can decide what is best for your family. We also spent the afternoon outdoors and we know the risk of catching any kind of virus is higher when you're in close proximity to others, be it classrooms, places of work or even public transport. 

My main concern is that even though class sizes are being reduced, children at our school are going to be in bubbles of 15 so that if there is an outbreak it is easier to maintain. I personally don't watch George to be mixing with 14 other pupils and even though they may not be able to transmit covid to each other there's still the fact that they are amongst other adults. I'm also concerned that they'll be inside with all these other people meaning there is more chance for something to spread. I don't trust people, I don't know if these other families by children are being exposed to have been adhering to lockdown rules like we have so who knows what could happen? 

Another reason I won't be sending them back is because it would be another big change for them. So far, they've been taken away from all their routine and are getting used to being home. To throw them back into school for a month before they break for summer holdiays just doesn't seem worth it. Risk aside. Why interrupt them more? I think a consistent break before starting afresh in September just makes the most sense. I believe the only reason that twat of a Prime Minister of ours has made this decision is because he needs people to go back to work and restart the economy; many parents unfortunately won't be able to do this if their kids are still home. I'm in a really fortunate position where our working patterns work around our childcare provisions therefore we don't need to send the boys back, which unfortunately isn't the same for many other parents out there.

This post isn't to make anybody feel guilty in any way for whatever decision they've come to. I feel for those parents who aren't in the same position as us and do need to send their children back to school. I feel for those parents who are key workers and have had to send their children to school throughout all of this. And I feel for those parents who have struggled these many weeks. These are  just my decisions and what I think is best for my family. You know what's best for your and yours.

Stay safe 

Rachael xo



Saturday 30 May 2020

Life | Life in Lockdown

The UK has been in lockdown now since the 23rd March - that's sixty three days (seems longer doesn't it?) While that doesn't  sound like  much that's two whole months out of the year we have had to stay away from our loved ones (unless you're Dominic Cummings of course). During these two months I have been off work and my kids have been off school and I haven't been close to grown up affection for too long (and no I don't mean sex, get your mind out of the gutter, I just wanna hug my mum). 

I, as have many, have taken this lockdown seriously. I do a food shop once a week where I stock up on things (mainly wine) to get myself and the boys through. I see the boys' dad when we swap the boys over and we have been in each other's houses - but as the boys are going between us both, it's not really any different than if we lived in the same house. Both of us are furloughed so the risk is minimal. 

My family members have been here to drop things off for us - treats, magazines, ice cream, cheesecake (thanks dad), homemade dinners and we have had a socially distanced chat at the door. Some may say this is breaking or bending lockdown rules, some may say a magazine for the kids isn't essential. But you try being stuck inside with two boisterous boys who have been dragged away from their family, their friends and aren't allowed to just go to soft play to burn off some energy for two hours. Some may say my mum standing on my front from two meters away from me isn't essential travel. These things have kept me sane, I'm a single mum, I live alone and not being able to have a proper chat to an adult or a hug when I'm feeling pretty fucking shit is the worst. So these visits from our family have been essential to us, mental health is physical health after all and I think if I didn't get this kind of support I'd have been in an even darker place. 

Yesterday, the boys and I visited our local park for the first time since the start of lockdown, where we met our friends for a socially distanced picnic. By socially distanced I mean, us mums kept apart (except for a quick snap) whilst the boys burnt some energy off and ran around the field. I had a few comments about not being far enough away from my friend and how I've broken the rules. A quick snap doesn't show how we spent the entire afternoon apart. Some people will judge me for letting the boys play with their friends and be close to them. Judge away. It's not that much different than if I was a key worker and had to send them into school. George has suffered immensley from being kept away from his mates, in fact me and his dad are very concerned for his mental health at the moment. He's an anxious child anyway which is something we are dealing with separately at the moment and seeking professional help with. It did him the world of good, he was happiest he's been in weeks and again I felt the risk was minimal. 

There are too many passive aggressive posts floating around social media at the moment about how people are bending or breaking the rules or how such and such had her mum outside the house for a socially distanced chat. What's essential to you might not be essential to somebody else. For example, that girl who had her mum outside her house for a chat might just be the single mum who's had nobody to talk to for weeks. That chat might have made the difference to her that day. 

It's not each other we should be mad at right now, it's the government - the government who didn't act soon enough, the government who have not been strict enough, the governement who have driven across the country to visit family then lied to the general public. If our leaders are breaking the rules why are you not directing your anger at them instead of Karen next door? You lead by example and if those in charge can't abide by the rules, how can you expect the general public to? 

I'm not by any means saying have a party in your garden and invite all your mates, or continue with your normal life as so many have, but don't judge others for doing something as trivial as staying two feet away from their ma. 

Stay safe

Rachael xo

Friday 29 May 2020

Health | A Phonecall, A Cracked Head & Minor Surgery


Way back in January my baby boy started preschool, he was so excited to be with his big brother and in he went without a care in the world. They're confident my kids. I may have cried all morning though. 

Exactly a week later, on a Monday morning, I had gone into work on overtime - Monday is usually my day off. I had loads to do hence the overtime so when I had a phonecall from an unsaved mobile number, I ignored my phone and carried on working. This person had tried to contact me twice with no success when the next minute the school rang me, so I ran into the kitchen at work to take the call. Now I have had many a phonecall from that school in the work kitchen to tell me there has been a bumped head. This was one of those phonecalls except it wasn't just a bumped head, Henry had fallen and split his head open, I was told he had a big gash on his head, an ambulance had been called and could I get to school ASAP. Well I flew out of the kitchen, grabbed my stuff and told my team leader I had to go. I felt sick. Any other Monday I could have been with him within two minutes and despite only being fifteen minutes away from him the journey home felt like a life time. 

Now I can consider myself to have quite a strong stomach but when I saw him I went white. His uniform and gorgeous blonde hair were soaked in blood but he was in good spirits and smiling away. Luckily I'd got in touch with his dad so they were having a cuddle by the time I got ther. The school explained he was running in the playground, tripped and hit his head on a stepping stone. 

Anyway, we cancelled the ambulance which hadn't arrived at this point and took him to A&E ourselves which was a nightmare in itself. It's always a struggle to get a park at the hospital at the best of times but of course people had been shipped to Arrow Park amidst all the Cornavirus stuff that had just started so it was a media circus. We just couldn't get a parking space so I just jumped out of the car with Henry and took him to get seen, passing the camera crew and shouting very passive agrressively about them. 

Arrow Park were amazing as per (up the NHS) cleaned him and buttery stitched him up but they asked if I wanted him to see a plastic surgeon, which I did. So the next morning we dropped George off at my mum's and headed for the Early Bird Clinic at Alder Hey where he was checked over by the nicest doctors ever: he was recommended stitches because there was a high chance he would have a very noticeable step in his brow. He was then taken to the day surgery unit where we waited to see an anesthetist who came over and explained the process to us. Shortly after we were briefed I took him down to surgery and there he was given a phone to distract him from having the cannula in his hand but it wasn't numb enough for him and he wouldn't let them do it so they brought out the big guns, the gas! He kicked off big style - I think it was more to do with the fact he couldn't see Peppa Pig on the phone though tbh - and it took three of us to restrain him and keep the mask over his face. The doctor was a babe, reassuring me as my baby fell asleep oin my arms but I'm telling you, nothing prepares you for it. I could feel the tears brewing as he went limp on me but he was asleep so we placed him on the bed. It's horrible because it's not like carrying a sleeping child, I can't really describe it. The tears started flowing as soon as I left the room and I think I cried for half an hour afterwards.

He was in surgery for just over an hour and if I thought time went slow the day before then this was excruciating. When his name was called we headed into recovery where he was asleep but a tired sleep not an "I'm still under" sleep and the nurse accidentally woke him up. It was an accident but it was the worst thing she could have done because he was in the BIGGEST rage I've seen. We were told that it was normal but it doesn't make you feel any better. Nothing could calm him down and he screamed and threw himself round the room trying to escape for the best part of an hour. He still quite disorientated as well but eventually when the nurse was happy he knew what he wanted (which was to go home) she discharged us and he calmed down as soon as we got in the car. 

When we got home at lunchtime he got his appetite back after being nil by mouth all day, had a big nap and was back to his normal gorgeous self again. He did so well, I'm still so proud of him, he was just so brave and barely made a fuss at all.

It's been four months now and he has healed really really well, we just apply sunblock to his scar when he goes outside to protect the sensitive skin as it's still healing. It's not affeceted his confidence in anyway either which I'm really pleased about because I wouldn't want him to be scared of doing things he loves. 

These kids will be the death of me! 

Rachael xo

Wednesday 27 May 2020

Life | Turning 30

Age really is just a number isn't it? I was truly dreading turning the big three oh because being twenty something sounds so much better than thirty something, but you know what? I feel no different - I am still shattered 99% of the time, my arthritic knees still ache when it's cold and it still takes me two to three days to recover from a a heavy night on the ale. So why do we worry about turning thirty? 

My thirtieth birthday was the best I could have asked for filled with many a celebration with some of my favourite people in the world, I ate hard, I drank hard and I partied even harder. It was the best start to a new decade (well until Covid came along - smh). 

I think most women have this idea from an early age of what their life is going to be like when they are thirty - because thirty year olds have their shit together of course. Expectations of having that dream job, a husband and children, expectations that are nothing but outdated yet 'conventional' views of societal norms. Never did I think I would be a single mum of two at this age expecially since I met the boys' dad in my early twenties but things change, people change. So if you're approaching thirty and having a midi life crisis do not stress out, like I said, age is just a number! 

Now I may not be where I expected to be by the time I reached thirty but I am so happy, probably the happiest I have been in a really long time. I feel content with myself and how things have turned out for me and I believe that everything happens for a reason you know? Being happy and healthy is all you really need to be at any age. Don't feel pressured to conform to society's view of what is normal and meeting unrealistic expectations.

In a time where social media is so prodimintant in our lives it can be easy to forget what we have meaning we take what we do have for granted. If someone has their dream job or has bought a house or is married by the age of twenty four and you're not that's okay. Age doesn't necessarily have an impact on any of those things it just means you're in different places. 

Turning thirty was so much fun for me so if you're turning thirty this years, here's to you !

Rachael xo

Monday 25 May 2020

Family | Two Homes

As if making the decision to bin your fella, move out and start anew isn't stressful enough, you've also got to find a way to tell the kids they are going to have two home because mummy and daddy can't live together anymore. When I made that decision, Henry was only just two so he didn't understand what was happening, but the thought of telling George was eating me up inside; but one weekend when their dad was at work I just blurted it out and told him. I hadn't meant to but it was just such a relief to get it off my chest. In hindsight we should have told him together and I wouldn't recommend doing it the way I did though. 

No point dwelling on it now because it's done but what I did was explain to him that mummy and daddy were going to live in different houses, just like nana has a different house but we would still be a family. We also bought them a book called Two Homes which was really lovely. I've not been able to find it to link it and I can't remember the author but if I can find it, I will link it because it really helped with the transition. The best thing we did was make it exciting for him and he handled it really well. They are just so resilient at that age aren't they?

There was more confusion with Henry because he was only two so there would be times when he would just scream to "go home. Not mummy's house!" but as they say time heals all wounds. We actually all settled in really quickly and it wasn't long before the boys were thriving off their new routine. 

I won't lie to you though, those first couple of months were so so hard. The boys were getting used to sleeping in a new bedroom and as you know, it always feels weird to fall asleep somewhere new and strange. It was such a big change for them both so there were plenty of tantrums from the pair of  them and they would scream for their dad which is never easy to hear; especially when you're going through a rough time yourself and you're the one that has ripped them away from the house they grew up in. their home. I just felt like the world's worst mum because mum guilt is real.

Despite the tantrums, from both myself and the boys, we did get used to our new arrangement and it wasn't long before we were happy. For the first time in a long time, we were happy. Finally. Me especially. And it was then that I knew I had made the right decision and two happy, separated parents were better than two miserable ones. 

So if you're worried about a break up affecting your children, please don't. Two homes are just as good as one - and even better if it makes you a happier, better parent! 

Rachael xo

Tuesday 19 May 2020

Life | Lockdown Diary #002


Lockdown is really starting to take it's toll on us, George in particular, he misses school, his friends and his family. As I'm sure that's the case for kids everywhere right now, it's stressful, uncertain and hard going for everybody. We're living in strange times and if we find it strange as adults, imagine how difficult it is for our babies? That's what I keep trying to remind myself anyway.

I've struggled emotionally recently, a week or so ago I passed my family in the car and stopped to say hello. It waas just hard seeing them and not being able to hug them, but luckily the boys were at their dad's and I got to have a good old cry in peace. I think I was just overdue a good cry really but by the time the kids got home I was drained. The Big Sad tends to have that affect doesn't it? 

I digress, George was in a vile mood from the minute he got back, he refused to listen to me, he was shouting at everyone and he even dropped the forbidden "H" word (hate). So I did something I have never done before and I put him to bed early and my god he was heartbroken. Cue that mum guilt. Of course he's at that age now so he knows how to play the game and through his sobs he was like "but I love you" and "I need you to calm me down" which tugs on the old heartstrings even more. I felt awful but I knew I was doing the right thing, It took me back to being little and my mum doing it to me and I used to hate (there's that word again) it so much. I used to think she was so horrible but I've experienced firsthand how shit it must have felt for her when she did it to me too. 

Understandably he is fed up and he is pissed off, his whole world has been turned upside down and it's not always stress and tears, we're just going through phases of feeling fucking rubbish. We've all snapped at each other more times than I'd care to mention but he's very old headed and responsibile the majority of the time and for that I'm so proud of him. 

Both boys have adapted really well to their new way of living and I am so grateful they have each other to play with right now so they're not lonely. I know some days are going to be harder than others and that's okay. 

Stay safe. 

Rachael xo

Monday 18 May 2020

Family | Tips for Surviving Lockdown with Kids


You've made it this far into lockdown with young kids so well done you! Here's some tips on surviving lockdown with kids without pulling a 2007 Britney:


DON'T PUT PRESSURE ON YOURSELF

Home schooling not going to plan? So what! You're not a teacher. You taught them how to walk, talk and play didn't you? Read together, bake or cook, get creative. You'll both have more fun that way and nobody needs the extra stress right now, especially our children. Not all learning is classroom based.


CHANGE YOUR SURROUNDINGS

I don't mean take the fam to B&Q just because it's open and do a full on Changing Rooms style makeover that you'd regret when you've got to stare at it all day long. Go for your government sanctioned walk, use your outdoor space if you're lucky enough to have one, even something as simple as moving to a different room in the house helps loads! 


USE EDUCATIONAL GAMES

Make learning fun! Play games with the kids to encourage maths/ English skills. There are so many resources out there so use them. It tricks children into learning because they think they're just playing. Snakes and Ladders is a really good one to encourage counting skills and it also teaches them that they can't always win. 


LET STEVIE BABYSIT

Put Netflix on or Amazon Prime or Disney + or whatever streaming device you fancy and let them chill for a bit. It'll give you that little bit of repite to get the dishes done or more importantly enjoy that cup of coffee you've been craving without it going cold. Don't feel guilty that they've had more screen time than usual - it's not worth it. Do what you go to in order to survive. 


PLAY MUSICAL STATUES

I can't really take credit for this one because George came up with it but it's an excellent way of getting them to burn off some of that never ending energy they seem to have and it's an excuse to sit on your bum for a bit because all you have to do is stop and start the music. 


STICK TO THEIR NORMAL BEDTIME

It can be so easy to stray from this when you have the "oh no school tomorrow" mentality but the fact is, kids strive off routine, most of which has gone down the drain at the moment. Lockdown is stressful enough without dealing with tired, grumpy children. Plus you need that time of an evening yourself to unwind and recover before you've got to get up and do it all again the next day.


LIMIT SUGARY SNACKS

Children have enough energy as it is without loading them full of sugar and having them boucning off the walls. Don't do it to yourself. As much as I believe in picking your battles at the minute, this is one you really do not want to compromise on. Ever. 


So that's it, they're my tips on surviving lockdown with kids but if all else fails, you've always got wine right?

Rachael xo






Sunday 17 May 2020

Health | Attending A&E in a Pandemic


How many times have we said "please be careful, we are NOT going to A&E in a pandemic!" to our kids since we all got grounded? Well funnily enough kids don't care whether or not there's a pandemic, and they're sure as hell not going to be careful. They're going to entertain themselves the best they know how under the circumstances. Anyway, my two are no exception to that and here's how we ended up in A&E during a pandemic. 

It was Sunday afternoon, George and Henry were playing, running round like absolute mad men and who can blame them? They can't burn off all that energy by staying indoors most of the day. It had been one of those days, Henry had emptied all the toy boxes out, I was tired, fed up and just in a generally shitty mood. You know when they're just into everything and nothing entertains them and you're just so burnt out? It was one of those days. I had just put Cheaper by the Dozen on  (isn't Disney + just a godsend right now?) the kids didn't want to watch it and I had loads of house work to do but it could wait, I needed some easy watching. The boys were playing with the dog's lead and I let them, they weren't doing any harm and you've just got to pick your battles under these trying times. They had gone upstairs to play and I thought result, they've finally gone to scream somewhere else and I can watch telly in peace. Next thing I knew, I heard this almighty crash and I was thinking "for fucks sake, what have they broken now?!" and I was mad! So I flew up the stairs shouting, I lost my shit. They both ran into the bathroom crying and I told them to stay away from the glass they'd managed to shatter so I could clean it up. Next thing I knew, George was crying on the bathroom floor saying "I'm cut, I'm cut!" I went to check he was okay because out of the corner of my eye I had seen the blood but when I turned to him he was holding his foot and like pulled it apart. It was the biggest gash I think I've ever seen. You could see the fatty tissue in his foot, it was so grim. I'll save you the pain of seeing the picture I took of it but if you want to see, hmu on Twitter

There was a lot of tears from both boys, Henry was worried George was going to die (ever the drama queen) and George was worried about the "important" glass (his words) he'd broken. I rang their dad and he came round to take Henry to his house so I could take the big man to A&E and I was dreading it because you don't know what to expect do you? 

Anyway, we jumped in the car and headed to the hospital, foot all wrapped up as well as we could and headed to A&E. The one place I didn't want to go during a pandemic. We all know what A&E is like, overcrowded at the best of times (through no fault of the NHS - just through idiots attending when they don't really need to - hello use a pharmacy!) In our local hospital we have the A&E department where you check in, then you are sent to children's and when we checked in we were issued masks, all staff were wearing masks as well. Heading into the children's apartment there was one other person waiting to be seen and it honestly just goes to show how many people just go there when they don't need to. George was checked over by a nurse and adminstered some Calpol then sent for x ray to check there was no glass in the cut, after that he went to see a doctor, a boss man called Pete who looked after him. He cleaned the cut up then applied some anesthetic gel to numb him ready to be stitched and we were sent back to the waiting room for forty minutes while it got to work. All the chairs were cordoned off to maintain social distancing rules and honestly it was so well organised I can't praise the NHS enough. 

Once the gel had done it's job we were taken back in to a room for the little fella to be stitched up and naturally George is quite an anxious child so he didn't want them to go near his foot with a needle for the local anesthetic jab as the gel hadn't worked too well - I know from experience the foot is a very delicate place to suffer trauma too so I wasn't really surprised. He ended up being given some laughing gas to relax him and it took three of us to hold him down as well as the gas to get the needle him. It was worth it though because otherwise it would have been another trip to Alder Hey (more on that another day) for him to be put to sleep and stitched.

Five stitches later and he's doing fine, we had to go back the next day to have his stitches checked for any sign of infection and we were seen straight away by the same doctor who stitched him up and we were in and out. I never expected to have to attend A&E during a pandemic and I honestly expected the worst but the NHS is amazing and our local hospital have been amazing. 

Tell your kids to be careful yeah? And stay safe everyone.

Rachael xo