Wins and fails of the first few days of the school holidays


  1. Celebrated the end of term with a curry, bucket of gin and some research on cooking ribs.
  2. Braved Chessington world of adventures…..with NO buggy!!!! Just as small backpack (with nappy change, emergency biscuits and water) buckles sling for Peace.  Hacks: Merlin passes with 20% discount on food and ate at Hotel buffet, picked 3 family friendly rides and strolled around the zoo and Sealife centre. Arrived at 11 am left at 3 pm. Minimal plastic tat brought.
  3. Daddy finds the ultimate solution for some actual peace and quiet for a Sunday afternoon.
  4. Camping in the ……living room as was too wet outside!



  1. Any kind of bed time routine.
  2. Sleeping in own beds
  3. A full nights sleep for anyone.
  4. Lie ins of any sort!!!

The crescendo that is the end of Quiet’s Reception year. A short reflection

Over the last few weeks home has been very much less than peaceful and quiet! ‘Quiet’ realising that he is moving to a new class, the anticipation of the school holidays, saying ‘good bye’ to his wonderful Reception teacher and ‘hello’ to his new year one teacher.

So this heap load of emotion has manifested it’s self with over sensitivity, shouting, crying, unruly and antiagonisim, tiredness and wakefulness!!!! That’s just with ‘Quiet’

His last trip to see the Head for trying to escape school…..(he and his friends pretended to do this most days, but the teacher who was present at the time was not aware of this) signalled the down hill slide to the end of term high jinx.

Sometimes it is easy to forget that he is only 5 and hasn’t yet fully got a handle on how to process massive changes. Really, I wouldn’t expect Quiet to process these feelings any other way! I mean, I’m 37 and am still struggling with this one.

It has been a big year for Quiet. He’s grown up and and matured from this quirky preschooler to an imaginative (still quirky), inquisitive, head strong schoolie! Science ambassador for his class, learning to read and write, building all sorts of creations out of junk, makeing wonderful new friends. The trips to A&E to get bumps on the head checked out. Proud to be his Mummy.

But boy oh boy the last few weeks have been a struggle!!! After the never ending bed time a glass of something has been most welcome….. most nights!!!

Now that term has ended and the few days post school run are sinking in, I am beginning to see Quiet recharge and reset.  I’m hoping to do some fun stuff this summer to ignite his imagination…..but mainly to keep both Peace and Quiet out of mischief.

So whilst rounding off this reflection…. I hope to write more about our summer adventures.

…..what’s that noise? oooo popping of the Prosecco…. yes please


Peace, pensions, Potter, poo and parking!

Well, probably not the most exciting title…. but a situation which occurred just last week and is a typical turn of events!!

It all began during my organisations biannual fundraiser for a well known charity; a colleague came by to take photos of the little ones swimming in fancy dress, at a break during lessons she mentioned that she would have to run due to a meeting back at the office……..then the penny dropped, it was the day my boss had organised for a rep to talk to us about the introduction of a pension scheme.

Shit! I remembering I had signed up for the 5 pm meeting and there was no chance of last minute child care.

Panic, raced home packed felt tips and activity books, charged tablets, sorted out some kind of vaguely appealing  non messy snacks. Then figured out the quickest slummy mummy style supper before the school pick up run and prepared the battle which ensued of persuading Peace and Quiet to cooperate for my mad capped plan.

Raced to the office in time for the meeting, to apologise profusely to my boss (very lovely and understanding) settle the kids on the floor with the packed entertainment…..inside feeling smug! I can win this parenting and being professional lark!

Meeting ready on time! Win. The rep introduced himself…..’As the boy who lived’  (lead character from well known J.K. Rowling books).

The meeting was going well, aside from one or two minor interruptions by Peace. Quiet was uncharacteristically actually being quiet!! Win!

Mr Potter was winding up his presentation,  then out of the corner of my eye, Peace was slowly removing her nappy…. a big fat CODE BROWN!!!! Smearing poo all over her t-shirt, hands and office floor… all before I managed to reach her and contain said nuclear fall out. To make matters worse, it was a real stinker. Luckily I had a few wet wipes (never quite enough), a spare nappy and dog poo bag to decontaminate the area and contain the offensive material. Quickly bundling all entertainment, snacks, Peace and Quiet out towards the door

The meeting wound up quickly as you might of imagined and we were all heading out to the car park, only to find that all three of us had been issued parking tickets.

Only one thing for it, head home, jet wash Peace and Quiet  and source a stiff drink.


Parenting ‘Peace’ and ‘Quiet’

Hello and welcome to our blog.

Sort of an introduction to who we are and what the hell we are doing.

Both my Husband and I have always referred to our children with affectionate irony of ‘Peace’ and ‘Quiet’. They are not particularly peaceful or quiet. So to protect their identity they have taken on these Pseudonyms!

Peace, is a beautiful pocket rocket bombshell of independence and determination….in other words strong willed, determined and very wilful little girl aged 2!!

Quiet is a headstrong quirky little boy, inquisitive, inventive, mischievous and thoughtful…..although he always seems to do do different things to what is asked of him. ‘Quiet’ is 5 years old and just finishing his first year at school.

Hopefully our blog posts will sound vaguely normal to some…..or just provide some humour to others.

So welcome to the chaos which is our lives.