If you follow my Facebook page you will know that I have been extremely busy working on a few very exciting things. If you don’t follow my Facebook page then why the bloomin heck not huh? A while back I wrote a blog post about how I didn’t want to remain in the life I was in and I wanted to create a future. I wasn’t happy in my current situation and I just needed somebody out there to give me a chance. Continue reading “Creating a future for my family”
When you look at me what do you see? Someone who is confident, loud, outspoken. Someone who is a little gobby? Somebody who isn’t afraid to say what they think and who has no problems walking into a room full of strangers or get onto a stage and sing a song? What if I was to tell you that this person hides a secret anxiety? Continue reading “My secret anxiety”
I couldn’t believe it when I looked on my Facebook and saw that on this day a year ago I took the plunge and bought the domain name www.mummyof5miracles.com! I remember sitting there thinking. I am just some woman from Telford in Shropshire who doesn’t really know anything about blogs can I really do it? Continue reading “Mummy of 5 Miracles is 1 today!!! and I have some exciting news!!!”
You know the saying it comes in three’s? Well I’m currently sat here anxiously awaiting the third as in the last few days we have had not one but two emergency visits to the hospital for 2 of the children. Continue reading “2 hospital visits in 3 days, they say it comes in threes …”
When you think of people falling in love with a house, you think of these posh new builds don’t you. All beautiful shiny new outsides , clean insides nice little cul-de-sacs . Big drives ways and no-one ever living there before. The other day I was driving back from taking Gareth to get something from a local shop and from out of the corner of my eye I spotted something beautiful! Continue reading “I have fallen in love …… With a house!”
I decided to ask the kids some questions so that you guys could have a little insight into their world and what they are like as people. For you to see what their different personalities are like and to see the other side of my blog. So here is what I asked them and what they had to say Continue reading “10 Questions with the 5 Miracles – I asked , they answered”
I’ve experienced around 10 years of school runs so far with my brood, and I have observed many different scenarios. I’m quite the people watcher. I often wonder what happens in peoples lives. What do they do outside of the school run? what are their normal day-to-day lives like.
The tired mum
Now this is definitely me , I just about manage to drag myself out of bed each morning, throw toast or cereal at the kids. On a good day I can brush my teeth and hair. I have 4 of my kids at 4 different schools so getting them all there on time can be a bit of a mission. I leave my house around about 7:45 with Harry and Ellie. I drive to Harrys school drop him off before heading to Ellies school.
This usually involves me trying to force some sort of conversation out of Ellie and being met with grunts and groans of some sort. It can and quite often also involve an argument over why she is ignoring me and how I don’t actually have to drive her there when she is perfectly able to walk and I do it out of the goodness of my heart. The least she could do is acknowledge the fact that I am speaking to her.
Then it’s time to make my way back home where Gareth has gotten the smaller ones dressed and ready for the next part of my school run. I’ve normally sent him some sort of grumbled grumpy message involving a request for a cup of coffee. ( Thank god he still comes to help me, I would be stuck otherwise)
I then proceed to plait Annabelles hair. She ALWAYS goes to school in a french plait in an attempt to stop any unwanted visitors ( this rarely works might I add) by which time it’s around 08:35 and time to go and take the others to school. First I drop Annabelle off before driving round to Freddies nursery to drop him off. Then it’s back home with madam Bethie and to put her down for her nap. By this time I’m pretty tired myself!
All of this is done after I have given myself at least 2 coffees. With massive bags under my eyes, whilst just about dressed. I’m not going to lie I’ve usually got some sort of breakfast from one of the kids over me too. So how on earth do other parents do it whilst looking so glamorous?!
The fully made up mum
If this mum is you I want you to come to my house in a morning and show me how on earth you do it! Seriously I do! I mean, I have seen a fair few of these ladies and I am in complete awe of them. Like I stated previously I just about manage to get myself dressed in a morning let alone anything else yet these women are pictures of beauty. Not an eye bag in sight. Their clothes always look perfectly ironed, their make-up is always immaculate. Not only that but they always look so happy. HOW!!!!! just how?
I am in no way at all putting these ladies down, I am just purely jealous. I wish I had that motivation and I was that organised that I could do this. I still wear the same make up I wore when I was 15 , and I’m not even slightly joking about that. I still wear my white eye shadow, my black eye liner and my heather shimmer lipstick. I wouldn’t have a clue how to rock a colourful blouse. In fact I wouldn’t even know how to fake looking like I’ve got my Sh*t together let alone actually having it together for real.
The popular mum
This mum is the one that every seems to hang around the school gates and wait for. I’ve NEVER been this mum. Don’t get me wrong in my time of doing the school runs I have made friends with other mums and had a chat on the playground but there always seems to be one mum who everyone goes to. Whether it’s for advice, a general chatter or just to invite round for a morning cuppa. She always seems to be surrounded by other mums laughing and chatting. She seems to be the mum of all the mums.
The stressed mum
This is a mum that I have been on more than one occasion. The mum who always looks like she could just do with someone going over and giving her a hug and offering her a nice cuppa or a glass of wine. Her toddler is giving her a nightmare and she just needs 5 minutes of peace. I have been this mum, especially when Ellie was smaller and what I wouldn’t have given for someone to just come over to me and ask if I was OK. See if I wanted a chat and say hello instead of looking down at me.
The thing is as another mum who now watches I never know what to do. As much as I want to go over and help I equally don’t want to make the other mum feel uncomfortable. I want to go over and offer a bit of reassurance that she’s definitely not alone. Ask if she wants a coffee and a chat but does she want that or does she just want to get out of there as fast as possible and get home?
The working mum
Now these are the mums that I feel for, I have been both a working mum and a stay at home mum and I think both are equally stressful. As a working mum dropping your kids off to school can be a rare treat. Even then you are usually on a strict timetable where you are rushing to drop them off so you can get to work. You miss special occasions and events at the school and it can be heartbreaking. If the school closes for things such as snow or your child is ill you have to rearrange absolutely everything.
Anyway which mum are you? More importantly it doesn’t matter which one you are, I just want to say, You are doing a fantastic job and as long as you are doing the best you can that will be more than enough for your children. It doesn’t matter what anybody else thinks.
Keep going girls. YOU’VE GOT THIS!
I was chatting to Daddy G about the kids. We were discussing the fact that Harry is almost 14 and Ellie is almost 13 and what age we should allow them to start looking after their younger siblings and we should allow them to babysit.
When I was a teenager I used to babysit all of the time, I would babysit for my sister, her friends. My mums friends. Work colleagues. In fact as a teenager I made a pretty penny by babysitting.
One new years eve I remember looking after quite a few children and making myself £150 , I wasn’t overly old I think I was around 15. All of the children were in bed apart from maybe 2 of them that were a little older who just sat and watched TV with me. There were no problems and in fact when the parents got home I was possibly the only sensible one left when the parents were drunk.
So what is the correct age?
Daddy G and I had a little debate over when it would be OK to leave them. At the moment Bethie is far too young to even consider leaving in the first place as is Freddie , However I am confident that if I need to nip to the shops Harry and Ellie are sensible enough to watch Annabelle whilst I nip the younger 2 in the car with me to go.
Sitting down and chatting I said to Daddy G how maybe it was just us being extremely over protective. Many siblings help with their younger ones. We have friends whose older children take their younger children downstairs in a morning and give them breakfast for example. But we would never allow that just in case they fell down the stairs whilst holding them. Even typing that out loud sounds a little silly particularly when I remember carrying nieces and nephews downstairs much younger than 13 & 14.
I decided to do a little research on it and found quite an interesting article on the BBC that showed a mother had been prosecuted for leaving a 14-year-old in charge of their 3-year-old sibling despite nothing happening and both children being completely safe.
There are no specific guidelines to say when you are legally allowed to leave your children to care for a sibling, nor are their guidelines to state at what age legally a child is allowed to babysit. What the guidelines do say is that no child under the age of 13 should be allowed to be unattended for long periods of time. Does this then mean that a child under the age of 13 CAN be left for a short period of time? It also says that any child left in the care of another child under the age of 16 would not be legally responsible of any child they would still remain the responsibility of the parent.
It is down to the parents discretion whether or not they believe that their child is mature enough to take care of another child.
I’m really interested to hear other people’s views on when they think its OK to allow children to babysit? Are we being overprotective by saying no and still going to be using babysitters even though our eldest is going to be 14 next month and is extremely sensible?
What age did you babysit for other people?
Do you think by being overly protective these days we are stopping our children from learning key skills when it comes to becoming parents themselves?
It’s my first Mother’s Day without you and there is so much that I could and probably should be writing to you but instead all I can think about is what’s it like Mum? I have so many questions that I would ask you if I could.
Where do I start?
Does it all stop? When your heart stops, does everything else just stop or is there more? Does everything just go black and that’s it? Or do you move onto something else. There are so many theories, so many different explanations but nobody actually knows for sure do they.
Let’s start with the light thing
Did you actually see a bright light? The reason I’m asking is when I had that scary episode, you know the one I’m talking about, the one I was told I was lucky to be alive. I didn’t see anything, I didn’t dream. It was just emptiness. So it made me doubt whether there was anything afterwards. So did you see a bright light?
Did your life flash before your eyes?
They say that your whole life flashes before your eyes don’t they? Did that happen? Did you play out scenes from your life like they show you in films or TV shows? Did you remember your wedding vows or when we were all born? Did you relive my first steps or the first time I said ” Mummy”
Was you scared?
Did you know it was going to happen? Was you scared? You always told me about your mum and how young you was when she passed away. Was she waiting for you? I really hope she was and that you wasn’t scared and instead that you was excited because at last you had a chance to be with your mum again.
Was anybody there waiting for you?
I’ve already asked about your mum, but what about Grandad was he there? Was anybody else there? Uncle Richard? Your own Nan and Grandad? What about your Aunties and Uncles? Were there people excitedly waiting to see you, or was it just nothing? Did the world just stop?
Did you like it? I know, that’s probably a stupid question right? I’m guessing nobody likes their own funeral but Dad did so well didn’t he? He chose amazing songs for you. You would be so proud of how well he has done, He’s got a job, a new place that he’s decorated. He keeps your grave beautiful and tidy. He has his sad moments and he misses you so much but he really would make you proud with how well he is doing.
Did you see Harry’s speech to you? We were worried that people weren’t going to make it but were so proud when we came around the corner to see so many people stood on the path waiting for us to arrive. It just showed what an impact you had made on so many people. There were people there that we hadn’t seen in years. All of them had so many nice things to say. A lot of stories about going on nights out with you before you became so poorly.
The old fun you that everybody knew and loved. It’s such a shame that the kids never really got to meet that version of you. The one we all knew before you got so poorly. The one who liked to have a great time and knew how to have fun.
That’s all the questions I have for now
Well all I’m willing to publicly share anyway, I will ask the rest privately when I come to the grave to wish you a happy Mother’s Day.
I miss you Mum, You always said to me that the best friend you will ever have in your life is your Mum and I always shrugged it off. I guess that was because the person saying it to me wasn’t the amazing lady who bought me up, cared for me, kept me clothed, fed, made me laugh, cuddled me when I was sad. Made sure that I had everything I needed. That person was lost towards the end hidden behind the poorly lady that you had become but she was still inside there she was just covered by pain.
But you were right. Things have been hard recently, really hard and the only person I wanted and needed was you. The only person who could possibly give me the right advice, the only person who would truly understand me and know what to say or how to go about things was you. I didn’t know how to deal with things and nobody understood but you would have because you’re my mum and as much as I never admitted it, what you said was right. Your mum really is your best friend and the only person in the world who knows the real you.
If I could say anything at all to you right now, it would simply be Thank you for raising us all the way you did. You taught us all to be well-mannered, respectful, kind and courteous. You made sure that we always had nice clothes, a home we could be proud of and that we were never embarrassed to bring friends home to. You took us on amazing fun-filled family holidays and we all knew that we were loved.
Happy Mother’s Day Mum
I Miss You
I have mentioned this several times previously on my blog but it’s really playing on my mind at the moment how much I want to do something with my life.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve recently hit 36 , the harsh reality of having to claim benefits for myself or the passing of my mother but this is not the life I want or desire! Now if you know me personally you will know that I have this hang up about benefits. Don’t get me wrong they are a god send to those who need them and they have helped me massively whilst I have been helping Gareth with his mental health and right now but they are something that I strongly believe are there for people who need them and not for people who physically can work.
Yes I have 5 children, yes Bethie is only 1 but there is no reason why I can not work. I have an invisible illness which can at times make it difficult. Most days I struggle to lift my head off the pillow and my eyesight isn’t fantastic but the fact of the matter is I CAN lift my head off the pillow once I have adjusted and I CAN see enough to do a job and work. More importantly than that I WANT to work.
If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook you will have seen my posts asking about work, something I have found is that the second you express an interest in working you get many people trying to recruit you into marketing and working from home with things which is fantastic, If that is the kind of thing that you want to do but it just isn’t for me.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I never wear make up, so I’m not exactly the greatest candidate for selling the stuff, I can just about tell the difference between eye shadow and eye liner let alone concealer and foundation! I’m going to be honest my 12-year-old knows more stuff about it than I do and probably more than I will ever desire to. But it isn’t just make up people are trying to get you to sell, there is all sorts out there. The problem is I can probably tell you 20 people I know personally that have tried these things already and have not made anything and maybe 1 or 2 people who have actually gained anything from them.
Don’t get me wrong I am more than sure that there are people out there who do very successfully in these kind of things but for me, I need and want something more.
So what am I going to do with my life?
I have a plan, I have had many plans and it’s no surprise that they have never worked out. I have some incredible ideas but for some reason they just don’t seem to go very far.
I have no intentions what so ever of staying on benefits. I still firmly believe they are there for those times where you are in desperate need. Not only that but I want my children to grow up believing that in order to get nice things you have to work hard for them. I quite often use their Uncles as examples of what happens if you work hard. I always say to them if you want nice things then don’t be like me, be like your Uncle Neil or Uncle Paul because they didn’t waste their brains like I have.
With my blog I have found something that I am actually good at, something that people enjoy reading. It is something that I know I can do successfully and that can lead to greater things. It is a great community to be in with mountains of support but unfortunately it is also a very tough area to work in. Despite the way it may look to the outside it isn’t all glitz and glamour and you don’t make a fortune from it. In fact I’ve been blogging a year and can tell you I haven’t really made anything from it despite hours and hours of hard work and dedication.
But I am determined to not give up. I know that I want to do something with my life.
I will show my children that yes I have struggled and yes it has been tough but I CAN be as successful as their Uncles.
I want them to see that if you put your mind to something and really try your very best that you can achieve anything.
I have a brain, I know I am wasted by not using it. I just need an opportunity to shine and to show that I am capable of doing something worthwhile. I need somebody to look at me and say ” I can see potential in this girl”
Yes I am 36, I’m not a 19-year-old but I am still able to learn new skills, I am still able to adapt, I am still capable of becoming something and making my children proud.
I know I can do it I just need somebody out there to believe in me too.