Who needs sleep anyway?!


I’m writing this in a semi-passed out state, at 3.45 in the morning, in an attempt to keep myself awake in order to supervise Beau, who apparently just doesn’t sleep anymore…like NEVER! I know I love this kid, but right now I’m really struggling to remember why! (I joke of course, he’s the cutest little squiggle muffin on the planet)….but seriously, if he would just sleep it might give him some extra brownie points.

I know all parents are probably tired and sleep-deprived, and it’s not a competition, but if it was….I should win! As I like to remind John on a daily basis.                                               Exhaustion does some strange things to your body – I ache constantly, even though I havent really done anything, I have the foggiest memory ever, like couldn’t even tell you what I had for dinner last night……but oh my god, if John even attempts to play the “I’m knackered card”, I can literally relay every single night and the amount of  hours sleep me and Beau have had for the past 3 weeks! – There’s NO way I’m letting him win that one!!


I suppose that’s one of the joys of being the “stay-at-home” parent. when any of the children are up in the night, I can hardly expect John to stay awake when he has to get up in the morning for work. Dont get me wrong there is still a lot of muttering under my breath, or “accidentally” kicking John REALLY hard as I’m getting out of bed for the 6th time that night, but never the less I do it. (John isn’t a complete arsehole, and does help, but our kids wake up A LOT in the night) Even the girls. Now I was under the impression that once they stop feeding in the night they’re supposed to sleep through?! Turns out my kids didn’t get the memo!! It doesn’t help that Beau is part boy, part horse apparently, who likes to gallop, drum and sing at the top of his voice regardless of the time of night, or whether the rest of the house are asleep.

This whole lack of sleep thing isn’t new with Beau, he sort of goes through phases, he can go weeks of going to sleep at 7.30 and sleeping through the whole twelve hours. Then just as I think maybe he’s finally settling into a routine, he’ll look at my well rested face (or just less haggard than usual complection) and think….”hahaha!!!”

At the moment Beau’s going through a sleep phase i like to refer to as “false hope”. He will sometimes fall asleep at 7ish, come 11, I’ll think “oh, maybe he’s outters for the night”…and then all of a sudden over the monitor I’ll hear the dreaded (albeit, beautiful) rendition of ‘The Greatest Showman’…….Or……He wont go to bed at what most people would call a childs normal bedtime, and by 9ish he’ll start to look quite tired, then out of nowhere he’ll have a burst of energy, which evidently comes from a bottomless pit, and will be using my sofa as a trampoline, or giving me my own private viewing of ‘Beau- the greatest hits’ at 4.30am. Considering he has a VERY limited diet and barely eats anything, he has as much stamina as someone who’s just downed 6 redbulls.

The all nighters wouldn’t be too bad, if when Beau does eventually fall asleep, I could go to sleep for a few hours too, but ohhhh noooo. Penelope and Alice don’t care about the fact that I’ve only had 2.5 hours sleep, they don’t care that I’m so tired I feel physically sick ( children can be selfish a-holes sometimes). And there is absolutely no chance of me catching a few z’s while the girls play nice and quiet!


Now, your probably wondering why don’t I just leave Beau in his bedroom when he’s awake at stupid o’clock in the morning ( and even if you’re not, I’m going to tell you anyway) First of all, being downstairs with him….and not in my warm cosy bed, really is the lesser of two evils, when you take into account just how much noise Beau makes when he’s left to his own devices really does wake up the entire house. So I would rather keep him downstairs and not have him wake Penny and Alice up too. And secondly, we used to leave him in his room with a film on, or the tablet (yes, I entertain my children using technology!) which was ok if he was fairly quiet, but it turns out Beau has become a bit of an escape artist…….I’ll set the scene

I left Beau in his bedroom watching Mulan, a couple of chocolate biscuits and a smoothie in case he got hungry, (he’s got a safety gate on his door so he can’t wander anywhere. I’m led in my bed trying to get an hour before having to put another film on for him – next thing I know, there’s loud banging noises coming from downstairs. I instantly think someone has broken in. I run downstairs trying to make as much noise as possible in the hopes of scaring off the burglar. Run into the livingroom, my heart is in my mouth at this point. And what do I find….a butt naked Beau stood on the windowsill banging the hell out of the window! He’s managed to get out of his room a few times now, so it’s just safer for him if I’m downstairs with him, when sleep is no longer a priority.

I know this phase wont last, and eventually he’ll crash and burn, where he’ll catch up on all the sleep he’s missed and sleep for 14 hours every night , plus have naps in school, but if only I had a crystal ball to know just how long I have to accept looking like a zombie who’s just raided the MAC counter, in order to look half decent and approachable.


I’m not really sure why I’m writing this, maybe for sympathy, or to vent my resentment as John is all comfy cosy snuggled up in bed, while I’m sat here eyes burning as I’m waiting for Beau to pass out. And also just a little insight into why it may seem that I havent really made much of an effort to see people, or when I do socialize I’m not super chatty, and seem quite un-invested in the conversation. I’m usually a hoot (I’m not one to blow my own trumpet mind). I’m just really bloody knackered right now.

Becky xx


The terrible twos….plus 15 months

Before I begin, I’d just like to put it out there that I say everything with light-hearted sarcasm, and love all of my children equally and unconditionally. Yes they do test my patience and my sanity daily ( and can be little a-holes at times), but I wouldn’t change them for the world!                                                                                          

  So, with that little disclaimer out of the way – where to start?


My daughter Penelope was born in October 2015 after a rather fast and intense labour (much like her personality). And pretty much from the day we brought her home, she made sure that we all knew she was there! She really is the princess of the family, who knows what she wants, and how to get it one way or another….I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not.                                                                                                                     Even though she can be a handful at times ( a lot of the time), she makes me laugh, like proper belly laugh every day with the things she says and does.

  penny lipstick    penny painting


From even before she could walk she’s been creating chaos and destruction, wherever she’s been. Poor Beau didn’t stand a chance of the peaceful, organised life he so badly craves. (Thankfully we had all the children close together so he doesn’t really know any different).


I just don’t know how she does it! Even if there is nothing really there for her to destroy or break, she will find something – Penny is like the perfect mixture of Curious George and a bulldozer. All that being said she is a massive people pleaser too. If she has done something naughty, and has had a row, she will alway ask – “you still my best friend?”, through teary eyes. It just breaks my heart and then I can’t stay mad at her. She knows what she’s doing, I know what she’s doing – and I can only apologise to any future boyfriends – because they dont stand a chance with this little drama queen!


Penny is definitely the ring leader, and instigator out of the girls, and has now roped Alice into her “We don’t give a shit” club. Literally ZERO shits! Before she’s even done it, I can tell what she’s thinking. She’ll be stood there, drink in hand, looking at the floor. I’ll go “Penelope”, in my sternest voice. She’ll look at me, pour the drink on the floor and then run off laughing behind the curtain! Alice right behind her, like a little sidekick. I’m so grateful my neighbours just pretend like they can’t hear me, as I’m fully losing my shit, like a banshee!

Penelope has recently started nursery (all day nursery!!) Monday to Friday 9am to 3.15 pm!!! I think we have both been waiting for this moment for sooo long. It sounds awful to say, but I’ve almost been wishing my life away for this new chapter of her life. And that’s not because I couldn’t wait to get rid of her, or that Penny is my least favourite child – I’ve always said my favourite is which ever child is behaving the most on the day! But I just don’t think my brain had the mental space to deal with anymore bickering and whining from the girls. They needed a break from each other as much as I did.


The first few weeks of school, there were only a few minor hiccups, mainly with Penny discovering the sensor taps in the toilets –  que soaking wet child, coming home in the schools spare clothes every day. Now she’s a few weeks in, she’s started to get a feel for the place and is getting quite comfortable in her new surroundings. So today I picked her up, and was pulled to the side to be told that she took her shoes and socks off, painted her own feet and stomped some Penny sized footprints all over the whiteboards. I did have a little giggle when they told me. I was just relieved that she didn’t paint another child or opened up a little hairdressing shop in the classroom – I’m just waiting for the day….it will come I’m sure.                                                                                                                  Penelope already warned me this morning, that she wouldn’t be good, or a have a good day, after she’d had one of the biggest rows she’s ever had, before school, because she decided to spray nit deterrent spray directly into Beau’s eyes – “just because”.


 I can no longer blame the “terrible twos” anymore – I’ve come to realise that this is just Penny. She’s an inquisitive little firecracker, who is one of the brightest (and sneakiest) three year olds, that I have ever met. Yes, she can be a little madame at times, and it sometimes feels like your ears are going to fall off, because she doesn’t stop talking EVER!! But she’s also the most loyal sister to her siblings, and wants to befriend everyone she meets.                      


Penelope has the most fierce determination, and I know that as she grows, she will continue to adapt and find ways to move mountains in order to reach her goals.

For now, I just have to figure out how to be the best parent I can be to this beautiful, scrappy little babe, without extinguishing the fire she holds deep in her belly for the joys and wonders of life.

                                                                    Becky xxx


And so it begins……..

Hi everyone!  Welcome and thanks for taking the time to pop in and have a little nosey at my new blog.

I’m Becky….a 27 year old mother, to 3 amazingly wonderful kiddies – Beau, who’s 4, Penelope is 3, and the baby of the family, Alice who is 2.    Yup, I’d had all of my babies within the space of 31 months!!    Some call me crazy, others call me a glutton for punishment – some days I feel like both!   But I wouldn’t change my life for all the tea in China….and I REALLY love tea!   I live in the beautiful valleys of South Wales, with my fiancé John, the kids and the cat – Tiggy.

Now… I feel like I should warn you that I’m a complete novice and honestly have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to this whole blogging malarkey – computers are just not ma thang!!

 However I love posting about my crazy, hectic, sometimes testing, mainly hilarious life that I share with my family on social media, and thought “hey why dont I just blog it so that its all in one place if I ever want to go back and have a chuckle about something that happened last year, without having to scroll through a years worth of facebook posts!

I cant promise that there will always be aesthetically pleasing photos, with the best angles and amazing lighting. But I can promise that I will be totally honest about the trials and tribulations that come hand in hand with this crazy adventure called “parenthood”.  

I plan on writing about everything from parenting – the highs/the lows and all the in-betweens, Autism, recipes and just whatever takes my fancy to be honest. 

Thanks again, and If this blog makes just one person smile and have a little giggle (even if that person is me!), then that’s all I can hope for.

Becky xx