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Being a Mumma Is Always Exhausting

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Since becoming a Mumma, I have discovered something kinda ridiculous. Something kinda insane. And it’s that no matter what, I am always So. Damn. Tired. Yep, I am always drool-falling-out-of-my-mouth-even-when-I-am-awake levels of tired.  (more…)

The Hardest Part About Going Back To Work

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So, I recently went back to work after having my little baby girl. My baby girl who is actually not such a baby anymore. Yikes. I mean, I had to go back. We bought our forever home in the same year that I physically gave birth to my daughter, so by the end of my maternity leave we were in desperate need of some cash-ish to flow the heck on in. #MummaHadntStoppedBuyingClothesTheWholeTimeOops (more…)

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – 13 Months Old

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Diary of A Crazy Baby – 13 Months Old. You know what I love? I love it when we stop counting months and can start just giving vague responses in regards to the ages of our children. Oh, um…she is… um… a toddler years old. Know what I mean? (more…)

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – One Year Old

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Well, well, well. Holy moly sausage role-y, we made it, we made it, we ACTUALLY made it! Yes, our sweet sassy pants baby is finally twelve months old. TWELVE MONTHS!!!! Gaaaaah, Who would have thunk it? I SERIOUSLY can’t believe that my second little baby who was literally JUST BORN is already one. She still has next to no hair though. Lazy bloody hair… thinks it’s too good to grow. Sigh. #JokesButTheStruggleIsReal (more…)

The Best Anniversary Ever – The Mystery Picnic Date

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Oh My Gawd. I love Anniversaries. I love Birthdays. I love Christmas. I love, in fact, every holiday and celebration of every kind. Something about celebrations gives me a case of hand-flapping excitement every time. Are you feeling me? I sure hope so, my fellow over-excitable human! (more…)

What Maternity Leave Is Really Like

Ellyn Shepherd / Bloggity Blog, Life, Mumma / / 0 comments

So, maternity leave…. It’s a glorious and magical time filled with luxurious days where working is not remotely a thing, shopping trips are potentially endless, pampering is at an all time high, and high-end coffee dates seriously ARE a thing… I mean, isn’t that right? No?! Pfffft, yeah right, I wish. (more…)

My Shopping Addiction – 6 Of My Favourite Looks For Under $150

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Warning: No models were harmed (or… um… even used) in the making of this post. It’s just one awkward AF mum. Standing in front of her camera. Hoping for a non-blurry shot which she may or may not (cough DEFINITELY not) have gotten. But still… Enjoy x   It’s no secret, but I love shopping. I always have and I always will. It’s just… that I always want more clothes than any human needs. Like, I want ALL THE CLOTHES. All of them. #IHaveAProblemAndItsHighlyLikelyMyHusbandWillWantToDivorceMeOverIt (more…)

Diary Of A Crazy Baby – 11 Months Old

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Oh. My. God. Becky. Look. At. My. Baby. She is sooooooooo big. #TellMeYouGetIt And I ain’t lying, because the babe is 11 months old now. Whaaaaaaaaaa??!!!! ELEVEN MONTHS OLD?! SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! Actually to tell the truth – at the time of writing this, she is in fact just 9 days shy of being one freaking year old. #Oops I honestly don’t know how I really feel about it…I mean, I feel so many emotions right now, that I may possibly explode and splatter weirdness all over the wall. #TooFarEllynTooFar (more…)

When Kids Are Accidentally Hilarious

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There are so many things that make me laugh hysterically in this life. You know, like people falling over. Epic dog fails. And just about anything and everything to do with kids. Kids, whether they mean it or not are so innocently and so hilariously funny. They fall over a lot, get easily scared a heck of a lot, and they ask the most curious questions, COMPLETELY without a filter which gets me Every. Single. Damn. Time. (more…)

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Instagram post 2339972204082471795_2224857444 * STOP PUNCHING ME IN THE FACE PLEASE *
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This kid. Oh my fruit looping gawd. I have a hitter on my hands. 🤦🏻‍♀️
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Yep, now that she is two and a half she has grown wildly whacky... And by “whacky”, I mean that she loves waving her arms about when she is feeling rage and punching me square in my mum-shaped face. 👊🏻
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Sigh, I shouldn’t label her. I really shouldn’t. Because it doesn’t happen all the time... But when she is feeling those huge AF feelings, those tiny fists fly and I am the one that cops it. In the actual chin. 🤭
#IGuessImHerSafePlace
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Sometimes when she is like that I just hold her until SHE calms down (channeling my inner @chrissiechaostocalm), sometimes I have to just put her down and walk away until I can calm down MYSELF, and sometimes (I’m sorry to admit), I totally howl at her with rage... Which always makes me feel such mum-guilt afterwards. 😭
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But no matter what, when we are back to feeling “normal” again afterwards, I always sit with her and hold her, reassure her of how much I love her, and I always explain why she can’t hit me and how it makes me feel when she does. 😔
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I’m not gonna lie, it can be bloody hard to take sometimes, but she is such a sweet, kind and loving human generally and these outbursts do not reflect who she is. .
Let’s just hope she is more love-y and less punchy tomorrow. .
Who has had the occasional little hitter on their hands? How do you deal with it? Please share below ❤️
Instagram post 2336201765505873665_2224857444 * HOW DARE YOU?!! *

Today The Hairy Husband was so mad at our son for being a turd-burger #AnnoyinglyTrueStory that he banned him from watching TV for the ENTIRETY of next week. 📺

Mind you, this came on the back of ANOTHER punishment last night where my son was grounded for the next week, like a 15 year old sassy pants, ALSO for being a total ratbag. 🤭 #HeIsTurningUsIntoRageMachines

My son cried. And I WANTED to cry. “What is the meaning of this?” I whispered to my husband through gritted teeth whilst our son wandered through the house, wailing about how unfair life was. “Don’t you know you are actually PUNISHING ME with this no TV business?!” I asked. 
The husband looked at me blank faced. He didn’t get it. At all. “How am I supposed to use the TV to entertain my kids when I am so tired I can barely wipe my own arse let alone theirs?!” I growled. “Now he is going to be even worse tomorrow when you’re not home, you know that right?!” 🤦🏻‍♀️ He, like the stony faced non-giver-in-er he is, didn’t care about my plight AT ALL. “It’s for his benefit” he whispered back. “So he can learn how to stop being a total shit-nose”. I rolled my eyes in response. It was all I could do.

Great, I thought. Now all of our lives are ruined for the week. Sigh.

And so the TV-less week begins. FML. Wish me luck. 🤭🧟‍♀️😭 Have you had to ban the TV from your house to try and turn your kids back into nice people again? And did it actually work? Share below xx
Instagram post 2335642469915368406_2224857444 * COZ ITS BAD BOYS FOR LIFE *

The face you make when you find out that you and your bestie are enrolled in the same primary school. ☝🏻❤️🙌🏻 #badboysforlife #WatchOutGradePrepHereTheyCome

So, we enrolled our son to his future school last week. His “home away from home” for the next 7 years. We paid the deposit. We got the free t-shirt (seriously). And I may or may not have cried a little bit. #UglyCriedInFact

It’s such a strange feeling- that it’s finally happening. That school is beginning. And that they are growing up and away from us. 
I don’t know how I feel about it actually. Excited that he is starting his new chapter. Excited that he is turning into an independent and clever little human. Sad that he will no longer need us. Sad that there will be a huge part of his life that we will not even remotely be a part of. 
And if I feel like this now, imagine what a blithering mess I’ll be when school actually starts next year... *Sigh*. But grow up he must. And let go I must. That’s what parenting is about right? Ill just hold him a little bit longer until school starts if you don’t mind. Or until he learns how to swear at me in multiple languages. Whatever comes first. 😳

How did you feel in the leadup to your little one starting school? Share below xx
Instagram post 2334909252719409355_2224857444 * PUT THAT SHIT DOWN ! *

Oh my fucking gawd. What is it about kids and picking random shit up left in creepy parks by strangers? 🤷🏻‍♀️ So, sometimes after a long day at Kinder we go to the park next door with The Boy’s favourite little Kinder friends. Lucky for me, one of his bestie’s has a PE teacher for a dad so he chases them around the park while I stand there and laugh about how I don’t have to do a single thing to help because he has the energy of 4000 people and I have the energy of a half kicked cat. #truestory💯 
Once the kids have exhausted themselves (or more accurately, PE dad has worn them the frick down) they sit down and dig.

And I’m cool with that, because I’m such a cool mum. #saysme 
I don’t care if they get dirt on their clothes. Or if it gets under their nails. I just want them to be free and explore life like all kids should. Right?

But they always find something bloody gross when they dig. Like a half eaten sandwich. Dribbly-licked cigarette butts. Vom. Or a gawd knows how old Up-And-Go drink, that one of our tiny friends may or may not have drunk even though it wasn’t theirs and it had been sitting there for heck-knows-how-long 🤢 #HupGonnaSpew🤢

It takes every inch of me not to scream “Drop that filthy thing before you get rabies!” every time, so I don’t blow my cool mum cover...
But it’s so funny. What I find gross... to those kids, it’s like finding treasure. Bloody disgusting treasure, but treasure all the same. Weirdo’s. 
And although I still hope they don’t get rabies, I love that they find excitement in the smallest things ❤️ Do your kids find excitement in gross things like mine? ❤️❤️
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