I struggled writing a title for this post. I didn’t want to write something negative, but in all honestly this week has been a real struggle. Some weeks and sometimes months are just like that. For me, January is always a hard month. Sophie’s anniversary is the 1st February, and the lead up to it, coupled with the disappearance of the pretty Christmas lights and cheer, and the hard crash back to reality and the grey days, usually means I find it hard. This week started ok, and then took a turn for the worse when on Tuesday, Mason started…

On the weekends I struggle. It’s no secret now that the kids are growing up, I find Saturdays when Ell plays football really hard with three kids on my own – if you follow me on Instagram , you’ll regularly see my Saturday moans. This time of year, it is also harder to get out the house with them, being cold, dark and often rainy. After a miserable Saturday last week, where the kids did nothing but fight and make a mess, by the time Ell got home from football I had had enough. I made the spur of the…