And so it begins...

It's Sunday evening. As I sit in my lounge (which looks like a bomb site) my little noodles is on my lap asleep after her feed, my hubster is sat next to me eating birthday cake and I'm reflecting on the weekend. 
My baby bear, whom is more a big bear these days, turns 4 next week and today we've had his birthday party at a local pub play area.  This party has been "cancelled" more times than I've stood on dinosaurs these past few weeks due to his wild behaviour. I think we all knew, including him, that it was never going to be cancelled! The aftermath of a great day is a room full of new toys and the re-occurring question we're faced with every birthday/Christmas; where are we going to put them all?
Whilst getting a quick 10 mins in the tub this evening I decided I would start a blog. I've read other mums' and thought I wouldn't mind giving it a go, maybe no one will read it, maybe they will! But at least it'll give my Facebook friends a break from my moaning!
So, after getting out the bath I inform the husband I'm starting a blog, cue positive, animated, excited facials from ones self.  His response... I'm surprised you've got the time! As mentioned in my biog, I'm an undomesticated goddess. My intentions are good, my reality is crap. Maybe the time I've taken writing this I could've tidied the kitchen, resolved the bomb site lounge situation, done a spot of ironing... No such luck. Sorry hubs. You can lead the horse to water and all that...
My husband coaches in professional sport. This time of year as they start the new season he works long hours, goes on tour and like a saint signs up for a marathon in 2 months time. With all that he's not home that much at the moment.
So it's down to me to keep the plates spinning.
Noodles has had a cold for the past week so we've been pretty much house bound. As a breast fed baby she's just wanted to feed and be comforted therefore we've stayed in. By Friday all parties had a strong case of cabin fever. So we headed out to Staunton Harold Reservoir with my mum. What was meant to be a nice walk could only turn in to a disaster with us....