Mums are doing it for themselves

Today, in my ambles across the wonderful web, I encountered a site that is just fantastic. One mum has taken it upon herself to help other mums get their heads around the complexities of WordPress. She’s got help topics, advice, expert tips and more, all there for free.

I have to say that I have lost several happy hours to her blog and, as a result, have uncovered some great stuff to improve mine. She said that lately people have been demanding loads of free help and sounded pretty down so I decided to let the world know about her hard work. I hope it cheers her up.

Bravo Blog Mum!


The 31 days to building a better blog challenge (31DBBB), Day 1

I joined in a blogging challenge last night, one I hope I find the time to maintain. Am already behind by one task. Ha! The first task is to create an elevator pitch. A short, sharp and sassy description of my blog that defines what it’s all about.



Hmmmmm. Here it is…

Are you dreading the approach of the big 40? Yeah. Me too. Read on to uncover the daily ramblings of a nearly 40 South African mom as she attempts to get to know the UK natives, stop her face from falling off, and figure out the madness of being a working mum. I share my take on the latest news, my turbulent journey through motherhood, and my struggle to make the ends meet financially before it’s too late to have another child.

Basically just a mommy blog that has a Saffa penning the words as she eyeballs the British weather nervously and tries not to get too depressed when the sun disappears for six months.

P.S. That’s a really long title. Am now just calling it 31DBBB. If you’re interested. Which you may not be. But that’s ok too.

It always starts with wee…

It was heading on towards 10pm this fine night and I’d spent most of my time fiddling with WordPress Themes and trying to figure stuff out. I know some things but I don’t know a lot of others.

It’s hard not to get completely stressed out about how awesome all the other blogs look while mine has yet to get one measly post.

Then a little voice cried out from downstairs, “Mommy, Mommy, I need you!” So I bustled downstairs to cuddle Squidge. She was very upset. I figured she might need a wee so I asked her, “You need a wee?”.

“No, no!”

So I picked her up and cuddled her, thinking perhaps this was a nightmare and all she needed was a bit of love before settling back down to sleep. Aaah, lovely snuggly baby love. AAARGH! 

A lovely warm wetness poured down my dress. I have never shuffled so fast in my life before. Over the hallway carpet, into the kitchen, into the bathroom, into the bath.

Mental thoughts going something along the lines of, “Thank heavens the carpet cleaners are in next week. Oh god, what is that SMELL. Aaargh, asparagus wee! Urgh, all over the kitchen floor! Husband can you PLEASE get out the way!”

Poor lass stood shivering in the bath while I waited for the painfully slow hot water to get going so I could wash her down. And I stood there in nothing but my bra, smelling of asparagus wee, and glaring at Husband as if it was all his fault.

He just wandered off and cleaned everything and completely ignored my glare. Although I could tell he was trying desperately hard not to laugh. Sod.