The Real Mamma Diaries
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| Blog Name: | The Real Mamma Diaries |
| Url: | http://www.karenpasqualijones.blogspot.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | kids, parenting, mum |
| Description: | The Real Mamma Diaries is written by Karen Pasquali Jones who finds parenting exhausting, rewarding but ultimately funny. The founding editor of Love it! magazine and former editor of Mother & Baby Karen really should know better. Unfortunately she finds writing about parenting easier than actually doing it. This blog is for anyone who finds being a mum difficult but the best job in the world. If Karen can teach you anything it's how to laugh at yourself because you can't be as bad as her! |
| Popularity: | 46 Followers |
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Why The X Factor dream's over for my little boy!
I SWALLOWED AS I walked into my little boy’s room. It was still early and I didn’t know how I was going to tell him the terrible news.I sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find the right words. Just then he woke up, his big blue eyes blinking.‘What is it, Mamma?’ he asked, seeing my worried look. ‘What’s happened?’My mouth was dry, I could hear my heart thumping. ‘I’ve got some bad news, sweetie,’ I began, my voice shaking. ‘Last night something awful happened.’
I SWALLOWED AS I walked into my little boy’s room. It was still early and I didn’t know how I was going to tell him the terrible news.I sat on the edge of his bed, trying to find the right words. Just then he woke up, his big blue eyes blinking.‘What is it, Mamma?’ he asked, seeing my worried look. ‘What’s happened?’My mouth was dry, I could hear my heart thumping. ‘I’ve got some bad news, sweetie,’ I began, my voice shaking. ‘Last night something awful happened.’
ARE YOU TEAM EDWARD OR TEAM JACOB?
I HAVE A confession to make. I’m in lust with someone else. Every night when my husband’s asleep, I sneak out of the bedroom to see him.It’s his eyes that first attracted me. I love the way they flash tawny gold whenever he leans in close. Then there are the lips, stained red against his gleaming white teeth and pale skin. Whenever I look into his chiseled face I want him to kiss me.I can’t get enough of him. I want to see him every night, but this relationship isn’t good f
I HAVE A confession to make. I’m in lust with someone else. Every night when my husband’s asleep, I sneak out of the bedroom to see him.It’s his eyes that first attracted me. I love the way they flash tawny gold whenever he leans in close. Then there are the lips, stained red against his gleaming white teeth and pale skin. Whenever I look into his chiseled face I want him to kiss me.I can’t get enough of him. I want to see him every night, but this relationship isn’t good f
FLYING WITHOUT WINGS, BABY!
IT WAS 11am and I was sweating. What had I done so far that morning? Not much. Been woken up at 5.30am by a little girl who was desperate to sing Twinkle Twinkle and play with Mamma. That was after I’d been up all night feeding her and her big brother medicine for their sore throats/colds/coughs and mystery virus – which is what doctor’s say when they don’t know what’s wrong.Then there was breakfast, loading the washing machine, dishwasher, making the beds, changing Anais’ nappy, telling Deme to turn the TV down, changing Anais
IT WAS 11am and I was sweating. What had I done so far that morning? Not much. Been woken up at 5.30am by a little girl who was desperate to sing Twinkle Twinkle and play with Mamma. That was after I’d been up all night feeding her and her big brother medicine for their sore throats/colds/coughs and mystery virus – which is what doctor’s say when they don’t know what’s wrong.Then there was breakfast, loading the washing machine, dishwasher, making the beds, changing Anais’ nappy, telling Deme to turn the TV down, changing Anais
HEINZ MEANZ TROUBLE!
THERE WERE tomatoes everywhere of every type– ripened, slightly green, cherry, and off and on the vine.And in the middle of them chopping, peeling, dicing and slicing stood my husband, looking like he was getting ready for the final of MasterChef.‘I’m cooking everything fresh from now on,’ Alexio announced. ‘No more junk food in this house.’I smiled. Alexio’s Italian. It’s not as if we have a secret fami
THERE WERE tomatoes everywhere of every type– ripened, slightly green, cherry, and off and on the vine.And in the middle of them chopping, peeling, dicing and slicing stood my husband, looking like he was getting ready for the final of MasterChef.‘I’m cooking everything fresh from now on,’ Alexio announced. ‘No more junk food in this house.’I smiled. Alexio’s Italian. It’s not as if we have a secret fami
Scary (Small) Monsters!
MY LITTLE BOY was brandishing a knife and it was getting scary.He’d been slashing, gouging and slicing for half an hour now. ‘Please stop,’ I begged as he took another eye out.But seven-year-old Deme shook his head. He was twisting the blade into the flesh now.
MY LITTLE BOY was brandishing a knife and it was getting scary.He’d been slashing, gouging and slicing for half an hour now. ‘Please stop,’ I begged as he took another eye out.But seven-year-old Deme shook his head. He was twisting the blade into the flesh now.
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