5 Things Guarenteed to Cheer Me Up

After a particularly trying day we all have those things that we turn to that will help cheer us up.

Food or alcohol? Your favourite pjs? Whatever it may be, I’m sure we all have things that help.

Today, I give you my favourite 5 cheer me up’ers (totally a real word yes?):

A blanket or jumper – the best thing about the cooler weather is finally being able to cuddle up with a sofa throw without sweating to death. 
Blankets and hoodies or sweaters provide the perfect hug of an evening. 
Even better if you have a “mama merch” jumper that has a kick ass inspirational slogan emblazoned on it, an extra little confidence boost.

Comfort food – there is a very simple explanation as to why I’m not (nor ever likely to be) a size 12. I love food. I guess you could say I’m an emotional eater, and never more than during the colder months. Who can say a bowl of cheesy mash doesn’t cheer them up? (Possibly vegan carb avoiders, but you know, I’m generalising).

Binge watching TV – it depends on the mood I’m in as to what it is, but the urge to binge will always be there. I am a self confessed tv addict so I can find something always. 

If I’m emotional and in need of a cathartic release Grey’s Anatomy is a great one. If I need a reminder that things could be worse it’s Criminal Minds. If it’s something that doesn’t need too much concentration or effort it’s Teen Mom (OG, 2 or UK – love them all). 

Music hopping – I don’t know how else to explain this. But it’s basically searching through the Apple Store and playing the samples of songs. It’s a favourite “game” of mine and my husbands. 

“Remember this?!” “Oh! This is a good one!!” Exclaimed as we play 90’s childhood favourites, songs from our early dating years, and throwbacks that our parents played us. 

It’s wasteful of time, completely indulgent but always leaves me feeling really good.



Candles or wax melts – again, the autumn scents are so much better this time of the year, but a cinnamon scent wafting through the house as I sit snuggled in my blanket makes everything even cosier. 

A lit candle adds wonderfully to the atmosphere, flames gently flickering (just make sure you remember to put them out before bed!!) but a warmer with a few wax melts can be just as lovely. 

What are your go to things to cheer yourself up after a long day?

Mrs H xxx

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I Dream of Kitchens

A bit odd right? But it’s true. 

Parties always happen in kitchens. The kitchen is the heart of the home. Just two cliches that I LONG for. 

I cook less than I ever have. Relying on simple dishes for the kids and lots of convenience foods. But I always wanted to be that woman, in that kitchen, whipping up huge family sized portions of delicious food, and storing the leftovers in the freezer for lazy days. 

I still love cooking. I just don’t love doing it in my kitchen. 

It is the smallest kitchen I have ever seen. And though we really like where we live, I’d move in a heartbeat if only because of the kitchen. 

G loves to help cook, but I rarely let him, purely because of how little space there is. Wherever he is it’s far too close to the oven and hob, and I’m constantly worried that one wrong move will end up in a trip to a&e. 

There’s no way two people can cook together, which is a real shame because myself and Mr H can make a really good team. But even just flicking the kettle on whilst the other stirs the saucepan leaves us trapped and jostling for space. 
Just a handful of dirty plates and cutlery, waiting to go in the already full dishwasher, takes over the whole side. It is a constant battle to keep on top of the mess. 

A battle that I lose daily and it really can get me down. 

Of course I dream of huge elaborate kitchens, with a central island and space for ALL the appliances. But honestly, I’d just be happy to have a bit more space, just so the kids can get involved, we can bake together (without my patience being tested to the limits purely because he is 5 inches away from the oven!) and I can rediscover my love for cooking again. 

I get that cooking daily for family is not always going to be enjoyable, wherever I’m cooking, but I wish I could dread it just a little bit less. 

What room in your house would you change if you could?

Mrs H xxx

Note: just in case it wasn’t obvious, none of these photos are of my kitchen! I wish!! Thanks UnSplash ;) 




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Some Days the Fog is Thicker Than Others

It’s a given that being a parent is tiring. Night feeds and frequent wakings are pretty much a guarantee. A love of strong coffee is recommended.

Unfortunately I don’t like tea or coffee. I really wish I did. I get my caffeine through soft drinks and energy drinks. Not ideal but you do what you’ve got to do sometimes.

Everyone knows, and happily warns you, that once you have kids you won’t sleep much. It’s a given. Newborns aren’t programmed to sleep through. Nor does this necessarily improve as they get older.

But I’m not talking about tiredness. Not strictly.

Being a parent is exhausting. They just don’t stop. Ever. There is a constant need to talk. To touch you. To repeat the same thing over and over. And over. To do the same thing over and over. There’s songs to sing, toys to fix, food to eat…and not eat. There’s naps to fight over, and tantrums to field. I found the lack of naps often causes a rise in tantrums. It’s the only cause and effort graph I feel pretty certain of.

It’s really no surprise that many parents are wandering around in a fog. It’s not baby brain. It’s having watched that Disney film 4 times since breakfast and it’s only 10.30am. And breakfast was launched at the wall and may or may not still be drying there.

Then add the sleepless nights on top of that, and most likely several caffeine highs and comedowns and it’s a recipe for, well, for a parent.

I’m not saying that these things outweigh everything else. I’m not saying it’s not worth it. It is 100% worth it. I am absolutely grateful for my beautiful children. I absolutely love being a mum and watching my children grow and learn new things. But that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. That I don’t get touched out. That I don’t get fed up sometimes. That I don’t crave a trip to the toilet all by myself. Or that I don’t wait for bedtimes some days. And then the guilt will grip me. And that’s pretty tiring too. Catch 22.

I knew the sleepless nights were coming. I knew I’d be tired. I just didn’t realise it would be so mentally tiring too!

Some days, the fog is just thicker than others.

Mrs H xxx

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Day Nine Slump

It’s only the 9th of October and I’m already in a slump! 

The prompts are great, and I’m loving reading everyone’s posts, but I’m struggling a little bit. 

I’ve got some reviews that I’m scheduling to share (not necessarily prompt related) but the photos need a lot of work so that’s slowing me down. 

I am in a bit of a hormonal grump today so that’s not helping. 

Today’s prompt was ice cream. Maybe if I just eat a tub that would help?!

What do you do to get yourself out of a slump? Is there anything you’d really like to read from me?

Mrs H xxx 

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