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A shiny new #GoodTees idea, which we'll launch if enough people like it & sign up to the Waiting List! Link in bio 😘 This tee is to show solidarity for each other... & to support parents who are finding it tough with Β£10 from each to be donated to @homestartuk who do amazing work with parents who aren't finding it a breeze & need some back up. πŸ‘ŠπŸ» Let us know what you think! #sharethelove #selfishmother #solidaritea

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Apparently we are a 'daft fad'. Cheers, The Daily Mail! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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Ellie's is longer, but Helen's has more girth. Thank you @oxfamgb for a lovely lunch in aid of #DressedByTheKidsDay, 16 June. And thank you @chefdavecousin at @thestraightnarrow for the best fish fingers we have ever had. #ohmycod #loadofpollocks #solidaritea

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Just throwing together a little dinner for the fam. Bit late, as usual, but in #solidaritea with @theunmumsymum @hurrahforgin @scummymummies @steph_dontbuyherflowers and @clemmie_telford who fell victim to some unkind coverage this week. I salute you social sensations for reminding us all that it's OKAY TO BE IMPERFECT. And fish fingers are tasty. Amen. #cheers #fishfingers #notsorry #motherhood

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Even up in a remote little mountain village in Italy, these save the day for parents everywhere! Xx #solidaritea

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#solidaritea this morning in support of the wonderful women of NUIG πŸ’•

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the sun shone for #solidaritea today. wonderful support for 4 NUIG women in their campaign for justice, and solidarity with all fighting discrimination in HE.

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A bit of #solidaritea with @theunmumsymum @hurrahforgin and more today - a throwback to my Masterchef creation === Our main course utilises an under-regarded cut of the cod fish: the fingers. A flourish of tomato reduction dashes colour across the plate. A waffled potato bed gently supports the reclining fish finger slices, while three glistening peas (cooked one way) provide a counterpoint to the orange. Chef’s notes: * Three is the maximum number of peas you should place on this dish. Any more and you risk destroying the balance of flavours and, ultimately, your child’s whole life β€œI hate you I hate dinner I’m not hungry”. * Heinz ketchup only, please * This dish was ruined the moment the tiny burned bit of waffle went into it. Because Yuk

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It appears girls who live together do end up on the same cycle. And whilst the cycle most often referred to in this regard is one I fear will dominate my life in the foreseeable future, I am in fact taking about a cycle of rejection from my sweet children towards me. I can presently do nothing that remotely elevates me to a position my girls hold my with in. If I am getting them to sleep or I attend when they wake I get a barrage of screams or a disapproving squirm if I try to pick them up. Whilst Edith is unable to verbalize her indifference towards me, this is not a restriction placed upon Florence. She vocalises the shit about how she feels. The content of her displeasure is that I, and not her mummy, is in her room. She informs me that she would like me to leave the vicinity of her being and in a clarity that strikes me to the very core, tells me she does not like me. Hurtful to say the least. And whilst I know it's not completely aimed at me and is probably a result of multiple reasons and that she probably does like me, it's hard hearing. So tonight to boost my mood I am eating ice cream. Problem is it's peanut butter and I hate peanut butter but for now it will fecking do. #sometimesyoujustcantwin #whydontmykidslikeme

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It appears girls who live together do end up on the same cycle. And whilst the cycle most often referred to in this regard is one I fear will dominate my life in the foreseeable future, I am in fact taking about a cycle of rejection from my sweet children towards me. I can presently do nothing that remotely elevates me to a position my girls hold my with in. If I am getting them to sleep or I attend when they wake I get a barrage of screams or a disapproving squirm if I try to pick them up. Whilst Edith is unable to verbalize her indifference towards me, this is not a restriction placed upon Florence. She vocalises the shit about how she feels. The content of her displeasure is that I, and not her mummy, is in her room. She informs me that she would like me to leave the vicinity of her being and in a clarity that strikes me to the very core, tells me she does not like me. Hurtful to say the least. And whilst I know it's not completely aimed at me and is probably a result of multiple reasons and that she probably does like me, it's hard hearing. So tonight to boost my mood I am eating ice cream. Problem is it's peanut butter and I hate peanut butter but for now it will fecking do. #sometimesyoujustcantwin #whydontmykidslikeme

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Having my #solidaritea a little late. Kettle broke this morning, and then I couldn’t make the actual event. Better late than never!

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Had a coffee stop earlier to celebrate from afar in the spirit of #solidaritea

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#solidaritea this morning in support of the wonderful women of NUIG πŸ’•

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the sun shone for #solidaritea today. wonderful support for 4 NUIG women in their campaign for justice, and solidarity with all fighting discrimination in HE.

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Standing up against gender discrimination in higher education in solidarity with colleagues in Ireland #solidaritea #kingscollegelondon

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Today was Florence's nativity. We watched it. It was amazing. She did herself, us and her school proud. Brought a tear to my eye the whole experience. Following her success I thought it would be nice to get some pictures of us all in the house near our wonderful stallion of a Christmas tree. Inspired by her success, Flo took charge of the camera and became photographer. She ducked about with the tripod for about 15 minutes before getting pissed off and launching it, and my phone in the process, into the Christmas tree. Got some lovely internal shots of the tree, they look very artistic. After finally setting the tripod right, she began the painstaking task of taking the pictures. She wanted the dog in them. We tried that but he is a fruit loop and wouldn't sit still so everything turned out blurry, so he was asked to leave the set. What happened next was one of the most frustrating experiences of my life. What felt like hours past as she tried to get the perfect picture. Unfortunately people, particularly babies, kept moving and the photographer was either to late getting into the picture or positioned herself out of shot. It all got to much in the end and we called it a day without getting one picture that was 'perfect'. But we got this one and it captures the struggle beautifully, although I don't think we will be making a Christmas card out of it.

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Last night, this morning and this very eve, my distate of scratching as perpetrated by others, mainly my children, upon their own skin has reached biblical proportions. I simply cannot handle to hear or witness it anymore. The whole experience irks me to my very core. Its a displeasing noise and you know the chances are high that the little one will leave a mark upon the beautiful complexion. I realise that it's an act aimed at alleviating an irritation, however whilst it may momentarily provide some relief, when conducted in my presence the irritation it alleviates for the scratcher is transferred to myself. I therefore take on this and have to sit there feeling irritated. As these incidents are often carried out at bedtime or at some point at a repulsive hour, in an atmosphere which is often tense without the scratching, my patience is often paper thin at best. Add this whole skin hack dynamic to the mix and I'm not far off running out the house and hoping on the next plane to Timbuktu. Probably slightly over the top hatred towards scratching but thought I would park this right here to get some sort of therapeutic relief. It worked. I recommend it. Feel free to leave your frustrations in the comments below. This is a safe space. You and your frustrations are welcome here. #therealityofparenting

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Today I did some manly shit. After months of avoiding doing anything, the daunting fact that Christmas Day is only weeks away hit home and I set about doing jobs. First of was buying and fitting our new oven. We have gone months with out an oven. There have been zero fish fingers cooked in this house for quite sometime and numerous takeaways have been ordered to fill the void. Seen as we are cooking Christmas dinner an oven is pretty much an essential so we finally took action. Secondly we replaced the awful lighs in the front and back room with splendid new ones. Due to fear of electrocution I knocked the power off in the whole house. We therefore spent a fair wack of time in the dark with only the light of a battery powered reindeer and our phone torches for light. Guiding your way around a light fixture is hard graft in the dark whilst using a phone torch but I'm a champion so managed it. Only got cramp twice as well as I clung on to the ladder with all my might. And finally I managed to cover the holes in our ensuite floor that I made months ago when fixing a troublesome leak. So there you have it a fun filled Sunday here. Does anyone else get the Christmas kick up the arse to do shit or is it just us in our own little messed up world?

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In time she may appreciate my struggle but presently she just toils with my emotions. For if my arms be placed between the bars she now rolls to a place I cannot reach and arises with a look of sheer delight. Her body language oozes smugness. She has played her hand. I have to stand. No more able to sit beside her bed and pat her gently, I am now forced to drape myself over the barriers of her cot to soothe her. She hopes I will give in. That the pain smothering my lower back will become to much. That I will dip down and raise her from her cot and take her to the bosom she longs for. But I shall not be beaten. I arch myself, uncomfortable but determined that today I shall not give in. That I shall stand at a 90Β° angle for aslong as it takes for sleep to take hold of her. She cries. I cry. I cry because I realise I've closed the door. It creeks when opened. Don't worry about that now I say, focus upon the job at hand. I rub and pat relentless, seeking to create a relaxing motion. Her eyes close, then open. Then close. It's a long close. Is she asleep? Ah bastard she has opened them again. We continue on this merry-go-round until finally her eyelids do not part. Cautiously I straighten. Slowly I love towards the door. My slippers let out a moan. I stop. She remains still. I abandon the slippers. Two more hesitant steps and I am at the door. I begin to part the door from it's frame. A gap appears, only millimetres but enough. I breathe in and slide through. I am free.

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Have you seen one of these before? Long before Diana started creating her unique engagement rings and hand etching textures into the surface of metal - she created her infamous 'Sibyl' pendants. Twenty One stylised women with life affirming words etched onto them, designed to empower the wearer. This is our limited edition 'Solidarity Sibyl' and with each sale, we donate 50% of the proceeds to @thecircle.ngo Link in bio to read more ☝🏼 . . . #dianaporterjewellery #sibyls #solidarity #sharethelove #solidaritea #contemporaryjewellery #handmadejewellery #jewellerydesign

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I can't even get the fucking eggs right today. No filter will polish this turd of a dinner, but the kids were over the moon with my offering. #winning #silverlinings #zerofucks #dinner #solidaritea #mumlife #foodporn πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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