mumturbo

[mumturbo]

Dear 20 year old child

Dear 20 year old child

I remember being infatuated with ‘that guy’. I remember being obsessed with the hope that it would always be him. I remember desperately wanting the love to be balanced, I remember saying “If this changes… then it’ll work.” I remember how much of my life I wasted… waiting, trying, hoping. Sleepless nights. Crying, comfort eating. Writing poetry – and sending it to him. Believe me I still cringe…

[mumturbo]

My fave author retweeted my post! It’s my first retweet ever. I’m like totally freaking out! And still not playing it cool 🤦‍♀️

[mumturbo]

Ryan air toddler care

Ryan air toddler care

So I just got round to reading the Ryan air article and watching the video. Wow.

We live in a world that is documented don’t we! No longer can we behave how we like because generally someone is always watching. And then the world is suddenly watching.

To fill you in if you missed it: Basically an older lady who has arthritis took a while to get out of her seat to let a gentleman pass. The…

[mumturbo]

First ever print out. From a printer that can handle it. So proud I’ve reached this point. Look at all those pages eeeekkkk yaaay whoopp. Excitement reads really bad on social media so this will have to do...

[mumturbo]

It’s a dogs life

Today was a long one, working with 1000 plus interactions from 4 year olds at school. Cleaning poo, wee and yougert. (Written in no particular order). Sweeping leaves, moving logs, spending most of it without adult conversation. Getting home, cooking something healthy that no one really enjoys, cleaning dishes, folding laundry. Falling out with the husband.

So I sit down.

And the blog post I…

[mumturbo]

Always in the washing basket 🤦‍♀️

[mumturbo]

Dear lady with phone

Dear lady with phone

This morning, as I drove past the bottom of the Val de Terres. I passed you.

You didn’t see me. You looked beautiful. You were smiling, your hair looked incredible and you were dressed in an outfit that said ‘this was not from Newlook.’ Which as I look down at myself, I was mainly wearing.

And whilst your head was looking down at your phone. You missed something…

A gentleman working in the door…

[mumturbo]

I wake up to this picture every morning, it’s two dandelions made of mine and my babies finger prints. What makes it sadly hilarious is that I’ve come to realise it’s shaped like a penis and balls

[mumturbo]

The moment I finally reach 20 followers.

[mumturbo]

Love and hankies

Do you ever just be in the moment.

I am way to much.

This morning my 9 year old asked what the point of hankies were. Don’t think of us as an old family, were not, it’s just my husband’s jacket came with a hankie which is positioned for look and it has generated hundreds of memories that normally result in the kids hiding it.

However at breakfast today instead of hiding the beloved hankie my 9…

[mumturbo]

You say no, I say no.

You say no, I say no.

I would like to share a perfect tip for a Monday morning. I’ve mainly used laundry as an example here, but it will work with anything. It is the tip for when a child says no.

When a child says no, or even before a child says no. – Because sometimes we know when that’s coming too. Let me introduce you to a sanctuary of words entitled “You say no, I say no.” It’s pretty simple, it does what it says…

[mumturbo]

And so it begins...

And so it begins…

I’d like to invite you to read my blog. Comment. share or like. And remember I’m only human so don’t be to mean!

Be yourself because an original is worth more than a copy. – Unknown

So this would be my first post. I thought I’d keep it serious’ish as its the reason I’ve made a blog in the first place, that and I’m wondering if i’m too old and happy to write on Tumblr. Especially as the other day…

[mumturbo]

Her happiness is your top priority and actually mine. But second to that my happiness is quite important to me too. Love only works if it’s balanced. And right now I’m giving you too much, and hoping for the same in return. So when you asked me what was wrong I think the answer is that, I’m re-balancing things with what you’ve put in the scales over the last week and only you can fix that.

Michelle Turberville - memoirs

[mumturbo]

I am a writer

I’m making it official, enough practicing.

As I take my passion more seriously I learn more and therefore I get more. And for me in life being rich in enjoyment, love and passion is so much more than anything money could ever buy. I’ve also realised, I can be more than a mum.

You may have excitement over a Ferrari, I hope it lasts. I have an elevated heat beat, a smile and pure joy at writing something someone might read. Every single time. And that cost me nothing.

You might wreck your Ferrari, and be gutted. I will still have an elevated heat beat, a smile and pure joy at writing something someone might read. And I can’t wreck that. It will last.

Social media is an incredible platform and it’s the way the world is moving. Don’t be the person who swipes by everyone else’s lives and things, or gets lost in the next trend, be the one that fills it with passion, honesty and inspiration.

Because if this is the way life is moving we need to move with it and fill it with genuine.

So here lies my platform, the odd funny read here and there, but also real honest thoughts, as Jeff Goins once said: Helping people builds trust. With trust comes permission. With permission, the opportunity to share your work.

Words count x I count x

[mumturbo]

If I could actually speak in the moment...

I’d say... tell the loudspeaker on wheels, who I don’t know, that revving like that was only Cool in the 80s, if your name was kevin and it was Sharon telling you that.

And that no, your boyfriend who’s now getting in to Kevs car, and you appear to hate, can not leave his bike in our drive, because i can’t sum up a answer that fits into your tiny patience level that seems to be aimed at me but will likely destroy your boyfriends bike given half the chance, (much like his life choice which will likely see him receiving 3 million impatient texts from your Hollywood nails, in the time it takes him to retrieve said bicycle)

... so no child’o’notmine, if you walk around shouting and swearing (likely to be heard over your lovely friends poor music choice) in our drive, at this late hour again. I will silently shave your head with my thoughts, tie it into a ponytail and drag your rudetude ass back in this damn house. And then, you will apologise for being so disrespectful.

Instead what basically came out was “nice night?”

[mumturbo]

I was a little excited when I borrowed selfieteens jumper. And desperate for a photo, this is a definite mum goal moment. She’s finding her place like most teens do but also getting to know her biological mum. And it’s been more than hard. But as long as she’s happy that’s all that matters. However on the sly…. love this!

[mumturbo]

The moment you realise your child packed a rock in her hand luggage