Isn’t that a funny photo? Don’t you think? Odd socks? So funny.

Is it really? Is it odd to have different socks on different feet? Who says?

Those feet in the above photo are the feet of my 5 year old son. He wears odd, turned inside out socks all the time. ALL THE TIME. So many people come up and tell me. “oh he is wearing odd socks!” “And they are the wrong way out!”

Um….so? Why should it matter if his socks are odd? Or the wrong way out? He doesn’t care. Why should anyone else? Really.

I confess I did care when he was younger and starting dressing himself. “Just get a matching pair of socks for goodness sakes,” I used to say to him. “You do it” he used to say. So I did, I used to dither about and get a matching pair for him and then if one of the pair got worn out, I used to throw the 2 of them out so I would not have any odd ones.

Then one day as I was rushing around all over the place and I asked him to put socks and shoes on. I forgot to say, ‘Make sure they are matching!” Sure enough he come out with odd socks and turned out the wrong way, I had no time to change them so we didn’t.

While we were out I realised I didn’t care. Because he didn’t care. If he wants to wear odd socks then let him. Does it really matter? No. I didn’t think so.

Realising this has helped me so much. I try (note I say try) not to sweat the small stuff. Don’t use too much energy worrying about things that do not matter. The less stress on me the better. There is enough in my life for me to worry about. Trust me.

And it all started with a pair of socks.

Just a note: of course for special occasions and when part of a uniform, he wears proper matching socks. He likes them to be matching at these times too.

And yes I know I could just buy him the same colour socks so they all matching, but tell me, what is the fun in that? Plus he likes to help pick out his socks.

I am linking up to Naomi at Seven Cherubs for Mother Heart. Its a blog hop about Motherhood so feel free to join in!

Isn’t that a funny photo? Don’t you think? Odd socks? So funny.

Is it really? Is it odd to have different socks on different feet? Who says?

Those feet in the above photo are the feet of my 5 year old son. He wears odd, turned inside out socks all the time. ALL THE TIME. So many people come up and tell me. “oh he is wearing odd socks!” “And they are the wrong way out!”

Um….so? Why should it matter if his socks are odd? Or the wrong way out? He doesn’t care. Why should anyone else? Really.

I confess I did care when he was younger and starting dressing himself. “Just get a matching pair of socks for goodness sakes,” I used to say to him. “You do it” he used to say. So I did, I used to dither about and get a matching pair for him and then if one of the pair got worn out, I used to throw the 2 of them out so I would not have any odd ones.

Then one day as I was rushing around all over the place and I asked him to put socks and shoes on. I forgot to say, ‘Make sure they are matching!” Sure enough he come out with odd socks and turned out the wrong way, I had no time to change them so we didn’t.

While we were out I realised I didn’t care. Because he didn’t care. If he wants to wear odd socks then let him. Does it really matter? No. I didn’t think so.

Realising this has helped me so much. I try (note I say try) not to sweat the small stuff. Don’t use too much energy worrying about things that do not matter. The less stress on me the better. There is enough in my life for me to worry about. Trust me.

And it all started with a pair of socks.

Just a note: of course for special occasions and when part of a uniform, he wears proper matching socks. He likes them to be matching at these times too.

And yes I know I could just buy him the same colour socks so they all matching, but tell me, what is the fun in that? Plus he likes to help pick out his socks.

I am linking up to Naomi at Seven Cherubs for Mother Heart. Its a blog hop about Motherhood so feel free to join in!

Like any blogger, I have a couple of posts sitting in my drafts. Posts that aren’t completely written or need more research or aren’t quite ready.

I have one such post. Looking at it now I am SO glad I did not post it. So very glad as it would have made me look like a silly person.

Basically it was a post commenting on the fact that I couldn’t believe that since the weather had warmed up that more people are not using their outdoor clothes lines. Popping clothes out on the line takes no time and saves money by not using the dryer and makes the clothes smell so fresh.

So it went a little like that. Good idea or not it doesn’t matter now. But whats important is that I learnt a little something.

Don’t judge others.

Ever since becoming a mum of two my time to do anything has diminished. For me the fact of whether the washing is hung out or not is no longer important. It is the fact that it gets washed and dried. It doesn’t matter where or when. I use clothes airers inside now as I wash at night as it suits me better. Who’s to say that those people around me aren’t in the same boat?

It’s like going to the supermarket and people glance in your basket or trolley and depending on what’s in there is the sort of look they give you.

Don’t judge others.

So what if there is chocolate, lemonade and chips in the basket. Maybe its a monthly treat. Maybe someones friend passed away and needs some TLC. Maybe an ill friend gets sick from chemo and this is all she can keep down.

So all I am trying to remind myself not to judge. Who cares whether people hang out their washing? Being a mother certainly has made my life so much more busier but it has also taught me to be a little more tolerate.

Am linking up to Naomi at Seven Cherubs Mother Heart blog hop.

image: placid casual

Like any blogger, I have a couple of posts sitting in my drafts. Posts that aren’t completely written or need more research or aren’t quite ready.

I have one such post. Looking at it now I am SO glad I did not post it. So very glad as it would have made me look like a silly person.

Basically it was a post commenting on the fact that I couldn’t believe that since the weather had warmed up that more people are not using their outdoor clothes lines. Popping clothes out on the line takes no time and saves money by not using the dryer and makes the clothes smell so fresh.

So it went a little like that. Good idea or not it doesn’t matter now. But whats important is that I learnt a little something.

Don’t judge others.

Ever since becoming a mum of two my time to do anything has diminished. For me the fact of whether the washing is hung out or not is no longer important. It is the fact that it gets washed and dried. It doesn’t matter where or when. I use clothes airers inside now as I wash at night as it suits me better. Who’s to say that those people around me aren’t in the same boat?

It’s like going to the supermarket and people glance in your basket or trolley and depending on what’s in there is the sort of look they give you.

Don’t judge others.

So what if there is chocolate, lemonade and chips in the basket. Maybe its a monthly treat. Maybe someones friend passed away and needs some TLC. Maybe an ill friend gets sick from chemo and this is all she can keep down.

So all I am trying to remind myself not to judge. Who cares whether people hang out their washing? Being a mother certainly has made my life so much more busier but it has also taught me to be a little more tolerate.

Am linking up to Naomi at Seven Cherubs Mother Heart blog hop.

image: placid casual

You know the troubles I have had with my baby and his sleeping. If not you can go here (Coping with Lack of Sleep)and here (Sleep, oh how I love thee) for a recap.

Well things are starting to settle a little. He is now 14 months old and .. well I am whispering this as I don’t want to jinx it … he is sleeping through the night most nights. More often than not which is amazing.

Not only that but we have regular nap times now during the day and yes, he actually sleeps during these as well, more often than not.

I did speak briefly about some strategies I used when I did my guest post over at Fat Mum Slim: Sleep Baby Sleep, if you are interested.

Now I love my husbands mother. I do. She is of great help and support with the kids. I mentioned to her the other day about bubs being easier to put down in his cot now when its nap time. And he is, he just lies there and babbles to himself and drifts off to sleep. Amazing as he was screaming most of the time when we tried to put him down, just a couple of months ago

Anyway, she comments back,”See how he was playing you that whole time” Meaning he was playing us and didn’t want to sleep and knew if he cried for long enough he would get out of it.

Yes this may be true, It also may not. Who really knows with babies? Personally I think a baby at 3 months or 10 months has no idea that they are playing mum to get out of sleep. Really, a baby? Come on.

This is just another thing to make me feel crap. Crap about being a mother. Never mind all the good stuff I do. Why point out the damn negative?

Isn’t being a mum hard enough as it is? Why do we need to niggle and grate on each other and criticise on what we are doing?

Just makes me angry. As mums we need to support and understand each other – young and old. We all have that one common thing. We all know how hard this gig is. It doesn’t matter if you are young or old, or working or not working or single or married. If you are a mother you know what it is like. You know exactly what I am going through. So why focus on the bad crap? Be sympathetic. Help me out. Be understanding.

If us mums did this a little more then maybe you or I won’t feel like a bad mother.

I am linking with Naomi at Seven Cherubs and her Mother Heart linky. We would love for you to join in too.

image: maessive

You know the troubles I have had with my baby and his sleeping. If not you can go here (Coping with Lack of Sleep)and here (Sleep, oh how I love thee) for a recap.

Well things are starting to settle a little. He is now 14 months old and .. well I am whispering this as I don’t want to jinx it … he is sleeping through the night most nights. More often than not which is amazing.

Not only that but we have regular nap times now during the day and yes, he actually sleeps during these as well, more often than not.

I did speak briefly about some strategies I used when I did my guest post over at Fat Mum Slim: Sleep Baby Sleep, if you are interested.

Now I love my husbands mother. I do. She is of great help and support with the kids. I mentioned to her the other day about bubs being easier to put down in his cot now when its nap time. And he is, he just lies there and babbles to himself and drifts off to sleep. Amazing as he was screaming most of the time when we tried to put him down, just a couple of months ago

Anyway, she comments back,”See how he was playing you that whole time” Meaning he was playing us and didn’t want to sleep and knew if he cried for long enough he would get out of it.

Yes this may be true, It also may not. Who really knows with babies? Personally I think a baby at 3 months or 10 months has no idea that they are playing mum to get out of sleep. Really, a baby? Come on.

This is just another thing to make me feel crap. Crap about being a mother. Never mind all the good stuff I do. Why point out the damn negative?

Isn’t being a mum hard enough as it is? Why do we need to niggle and grate on each other and criticise on what we are doing?

Just makes me angry. As mums we need to support and understand each other – young and old. We all have that one common thing. We all know how hard this gig is. It doesn’t matter if you are young or old, or working or not working or single or married. If you are a mother you know what it is like. You know exactly what I am going through. So why focus on the bad crap? Be sympathetic. Help me out. Be understanding.

If us mums did this a little more then maybe you or I won’t feel like a bad mother.

I am linking with Naomi at Seven Cherubs and her Mother Heart linky. We would love for you to join in too.

image: maessive