Four and a Dog

A blog about family life


I’ve always found it quite therapeutic to write about things that are happening in my life so I’ve decided it’s about time I started writing a blog. On the whole I suspect this will mainly be of interest to future me, looking back at this time whilst rolling my eyes at my cringeworthy naivety and poor grammar. However, I believe this may also interest the odd relative and a smattering of friends and so I am opening my thoughts up to the public at large. Just in case I also grab the interest of passing strangers, and to avoid embarrassment, I will be cleverly disguising the names of my family.

Let me introduce them to you:

I am The Mummy.  These days I am trying to successfully balance being the mummy and a part-time job. It is exhausting and why I very rarely post anything these days.

My husband will be known as Hubby. He still has a life outside of the realms of parenthood and as I find it a little odd to call him Daddy, he gets to be known by one of his other roles.

Diva was nearly 3 when I started this blog and is now approaching her 5th birthday.

Bruiser was 3 months old when this all began and is now 2. He got this name during my pregnancy due to the daily internal beatings I received.

Uncle M is the dog. He came before the children and thinks he is helpful…, but he isn’t. He is also the .4 in our little family.

Life is currently exhausting. I know that countless women before me have battled on with far more children than I have in far poorer conditions; strapping babies to each of their limbs whilst harvesting the fields and still managing to put a fine meal on the table for her family of 29. I am not one of those women nor do I have any intention of becoming one. Most of them were miserable and alot of them died young. This does not seem ideal. I think I’ll be the sort of woman that has 2 children and an over active dog, who occasionally cleans and has been known to put dinner on the table for a special occasion.

On the whole I am blindly finding my way through life as much as the next person. Occasionally I get things right and am often disappointed that this is not accompanied by some sort of party or prize giving. I also often get things wrong and generally these times are funnier (eventually). In this blog I hope to inform you of both.

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