Holiday tool kit: screen time, bribes and ice cream

So here we are. Portugal.

With less than 18hrs notice of departure, I was ill equipped with the ‘pc’ mummy toolkit of carrot sticks and colouring in.

For the anxiety ridden chatterbox that is my 6 yr old, I’ve opted for screen time, bribes and ice cream. What?! I want I nice holiday thanks.

So far so good. Bribes of sweets are working and the only reason I can write this whilst drinking red wine on the hotel balcony is because she’s absorbed in Topsy and Tim episode #4,492. Oh how I adore paying my TV license.

Peace. And. Quiet….

In other news, hub is having to do some work, but I have a snack conveyor belt line synced up to him. And in the hotel we’re staying is athlete Iwan Thomas and Gogglebox’s Leon and June. They’re currently watching Andy Murray on the TVs in reception – is that irony or art imitating life? Not sure. Either way, I’m amused. But maybe that’s the wine kicking in.

Photo credit: Iwan Thomas 


This is My Nike moment- Just Do It!

At 4pm yesterday it was confirmed that F’s teacher was going on the National Teachers strike on Tuesday.

By 8pm, I’d booked the 3 of us on a flight to Portugal for a 3 night break leaving TODAY!!

I took the Nike approach and just fucking did it.

It’s not like me. I’m a rules kind of girl so taking F out of school on Monday (because ‘she’s not feeling very well’ wink wink) Is not very me at all.

But we need a break. I need a break. What with hub’s obvious spiralling decline into depression, F having mental health assessments and awaiting Dad’s cancer results (found out he has malignant melanoma- skin cancer- which needs further investigation) I want to sit by a pool and see blue sky, watch a sunset, eat outside, wear little, sleep lots, drink plenty and, feel warmth on my skin.

You get the picture.

So hub called his boss, and his boss said yes but he needs to bring his laptop just incase. Technically for F it’s only one day off because of the strike – I won’t get a fine for that will I? I actually don’t care ( I usually would). I know the benefit of this break far outweighs everything else.

It was either this or I would’ve got my first tattoo – I’m in that kind of mood!!

So to all of you reading this….do something different today, do something for yourself. 


Why did it take 3 1/2 hrs to get ready for school?

Good bloody question! And we were STILL late!

Pancake day 2016, will go down in our record books. From 5.30am, when our 5YO sprung from her slumber, to 9.05am, when we both sobbed our way in to her classroom, we had the mother of all fights and it left me distraught all day.

And it went a little like this….

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He loves me!

I knew it! I bloody knew it!

But there’s a difference between knowing and feeling it.

And this morning when i opened my Christmas card, i felt it.


Seeing those few words thanking me, has made a world of difference.

It erases the times when his Bipolar told me that i’m not helping, or that it’s my fault he’s ill or that he ‘wasn’t like this before he met me’ and all the times when I’ve felt I’ve really put my all into helping him but to no avail.

(I’m new to this too. Fingers and thumbs and all that)


He’s in a really good place at the moment (today) and i actually don’t think it took him too much trouble to write this card for me. It came from the heart, and that’s why i felt it.

Merry Christmas to me.




Want more date nights? Start Twitter and blogging

Well this is embarrassing.

I started @immagicalmaggie Twitter and blog about 5 weeks ago.

Previously, we rarely had date nights. The ‘relationship’ books says we should, but we didn’t…babysitters, cost, hub’s bipolar. Blah blah blah.

Anyway in this last month since he’s been signed off sick, and I’ve started this social media thing, we’ve had 4.


Yes, four.

And two lie-ins.

Cinema date 3/12/15. Involved cuddling and hand holding.

Twitter and WordPress should really  have this is as their USP (unique selling point).

I wonder what would happen if Magical Maggie had a Facebook page or, even Pinterest…..


Lottery win?

Miraculous cure for Bipolar?

What it is proving to me is that by talking a litte more openly, and in this case, asking family to help us through my hub’s latest episode, we’re getting time for US.

And I think it’s helping – especially with the sleep deprivation.

Big thanks to Hotel mum and dad who have had little F (and me) for the odd night here and there.

I hope I’m as ace as them when I’m 66.

How much is a tooth these days? Spoiler: angry post

I’m only 36, but in my day the tooth fairy flew in, took your sugar encrusted pearly white and left you 20p or 50p ( if it was a ‘big’ one). 

Now little F has just started to loose hers, I thought I’d better check out what the Tooth Fairy is up to in this millennium. 

Anna’s on tooth fairy lookout
 And then I found this website which said…

“Losing teeth is a rite of passage. Make the occasion extra special with these fun Tooth Fairy ideas.”  


But surely periods are a proper rite of passage, what with joining the fertile gang and all that. And I know no one who gets a gift or personalised tampon each month. 

So let me get this straight, I have to do something special EVERY time she loses a tooth from from now on? 

Oh no. I feel elf on the shelf pressure building. (Don’t get me started on this one).

The problem is, that  if I do something once, she WILL remember and expect it EVERY time. She’s like an elephant.

 I sound a bit grumpy and I don’t really mean to be. I’m super proud of my daughter growing up and everything that goes with it – including teeth.
So, having looked a little into this teething phase 2 phenomenon, I’m thinking that these personalised books, fairy pillows and initialed drawstring bags are a bit, naff.

And hassle.

In our house we function better when things are simple. the added stress of finding where we left the &@£!ing drawstring bag each time, would not be healthy. 

Plus, it’s me, alway me, who embellishes our family life with the nice-to-have stuff, Hub  just can’t handle the extra thinking.

 So for now I’m going to pick and choose what ‘traditions’ we do. And I think a £1 per tooth is fine, it’s a 500% increase  from my day – and enough for her to buy a Shopkin toy. 

Most days are a little like this

I’m awake.

He’s asleep.

Or tired.

Always tired.

A combination of depression, medication and stress of anxiety at work.

I wish some of my ‘me-ness’ would rub off on him.

I’ve come to terms that, even though i’m magical and do a lot of stuff in and out the house, my magicalness doesn’t stretch that far.

And that’s a milestone of realisation for me.

Onwards and upwards….

Frustrated by Fabulousness

Our daughter comes home from school in her usual bouncy, tell-it-how-it-is at 1million decibels, self.

But this is a trigger for my husband.

And it makes me feel sad.

So sad.

I now have to be the grown up and manage them both, listen to both their needs.

Work hard to contain her 5 year oldness so husband can re align himself.

*internal scream*