WHINGE, WHINGE, WHINGE

Keep thinking what to write about. I got a teething baby and she got a cold as well so life isn’t quite surrounded by pink clouds lately. I sleep when I can and where I can. At night IΒ get the crying and the clingy Ruby who wants mummy’s arms and during the day I get…

Who are you, woman?

  There are moments in life when you take a look at yourself and start questioning who you are. You stare at that reflection in the mirror and you see your whole life – good and bad, who you were and who you became. Sometimes you like it and other times you hate it completely.…