Sleepover club

When I was younger, I wasn’t really allowed to stay round friends houses. Which seemed like child abuse as a child! My dad was really strict, my mum not so much, I could of stayed out every night of the week πŸ˜‚ But then in her defence, she was dealing with 5 kids on a daily basis, so prob wanted rid of some, every now and then. Whereas my dad was just living his best life errryday. We could have people to stay at ours & usually every weekend, I’d have 2 friends, then my 2 brothers would have 2 friends each as well. So it was pure carnage.

But if my dad wasn’t home, I would usually stay round my BFFs Julie’s house. To me, it was the best house ever! I’d turn up, take a bottle of fizzy pop off the front step (remember when the milk man brought all the goodies) then I’d head straight for the sweetie cupboard and pick whatever I wanted. Julie’s the youngest, so she was allowed to do whatever she wanted, so that was a bit of me. The shit hit the fan with my dad though, when he caught me staying rounding there, 2 or 3 nights on the bounce 😱 I swear he must of just spied on me, to see if I stayed out πŸ™„ He’s done that to me on a couple of occasions, to see I lie πŸ˜‚ And defo lied, so that was always fun.

If I ever asked my dad ‘whyyyyyyyyyyy can’t I stay out’ he would just say because you don’t know peoples dads πŸ™„ And when I was a kid, I never really understood what he meant. BUT now I’m older and birthed my own offspring, I totally get it.

I have a 13yr old sister and she was moaning to me a few weeks ago, that my dad wouldn’t let her stay round her friends! And that he wouldn’t let her pal stay at her house either. The difference being for her, compared to me as a child. She only lives with my dad, (we have different mums) but I tried explaining his reasons, so she wouldn’t feel so mad dog at him. First of all, in the past year 2 people have confided in me, that something happened to them as children! Which is so sad! And just makes you realise how common it actually is. And for it to happen just once, is too much and can totally alter someone’s path in life. So the thought of anything like that ever happening to my children puts the fear of god into me. And for some reason, not that it’s right, I feel a bit safer having boys! The thought of having a daughter and her staying out, seems that bit worse or that it dramatically increases the chances of something happening!

Then, I can understand from my dads point of view about having a child/teenager over to stay, without any other adult being there. Would you put yourself in that position … I know some people would think, that if you were ‘normal’ it wouldn’t be anything you’d even consider as being a problem. BUT again, a couple of years ago, I know of someone being falsely accused of something by a child. Yet you still think ‘there’s no smoke without fire’

Then from my own actual experience, I remember going to a birthday sleepover, we were still in primary school. So we were either 10 or 11. All plotted up in my friends lounge, there were about 5 of us. And I can remember her older brother and his mate, who were about 14/15 being in the front room as well. We were all watching a film and I can remember him telling me to take my knickers off! Mother fucker what! Now I give it all the biggen but i can honestly remember being petrified, I was lucky that my BFF Julie was there as well, so I told her and literally clung onto her! And listen, i can’t say it’s ‘affected’ me or anything like that and to be honest it’s something I only remembered a couple of years ago. But it makes me a bit angry when I think about it, manly because he was old enough to know that shit isn’t ok! Then angry at the parents because they shouldn’t of let him be chilling in the lounge with us! If that was at my house, my parents would of said ‘Nar mate, why the fuck do you want to hang around 10/11yr olds’ and told them to get the fuck out! Nothing actually happened, so praise the lord but I should of gone home and told my parents but didn’t! So it proves to me, how easily this stuff must go on. And how it could be someone you wouldn’t even consider! When you’re thinking of someone abusing a child, you’d think of an adult I suppose but surely it would still considered abuse if it was another child?

Back in the day I was a carer, the oldies LOVED me! Mainly because I would bring them in fish n chips, Bon Bons or whatever their hearts desired. There was one lady that I’d have long deep chats with and she was telling me about the war, how she was evacuated to a family out in in Essex. And how she was ‘touched’ and made to do stuff with one of the sons from the family. She said, every night all the kids got into one bed and that’s when it would happen. So how sad to think, that she was sent away from her family to keep her safe! And that happened to her. She would of been better off staying at home and potentially being bombed!

So all of this stuff really plays on my mind, whenever I think of the babies getting older and wanting to stay out. I’m already like it now! My mother and father are not together anymore. My dad is remarried, my mother (who I’ve allowed back on the scene the last couple of weeks) apparently has a significant other and I say apparently because I don’t ask, mainly because I don’t give 2 shits. Then the baby daddy’s parents aren’t togevs either, his dad we don’t see and his mother is with someone, who I haven’t met. So there are 3 people on the scene that are nothing to do with my children, that could potentially be around them. And that shit scares me! Now I’m not saying any of them are paedophiles and I’m sure they’re not BUT that’s a chance I’m not taking. So I wouldn’t allow them to stay round one there houses if one of their life partners were there. Which I know seems extreme BUT I don’t know these people, so I really don’t see the need for them to be around the most important people in my world. I know my mum and mother in law think I’m just saying it to be difficult or mean BUT like I’ve explained to them a million times! I have no desire to be Bessie mates with any new partner of there’s. I just don’t see the point when they’ve not been together that long. To me a year isn’t a long time. And obviously I haven’t met these people, one day I will and I’d never be rude BUT I won’t be spending any significant time with them either. It’s their life choice, not mine! And as I’ve said, it’s not a secret to anyone. They’ve all been told how I feel about it, on more than one occasion. SO it really does my brain in, when they try and impose that shit on me! An example being the other day, my mother was coming to take Maximus and Bear out for a couple of hours and she was on the phone letting me know the coo. And she was talking saying ‘we’re leaving’ ‘we will’ and I was like who the fuck is ‘we’! Who do you think your coming with?! Because I’m not meeting anyone and the babies are defo not going out with anyone I don’t know! And she said her boyf and she didn’t think it would be a problem. So I had to ask her if she knew me at all! And why even give me the hump asking. I’ve also been put out when asked by the MIL if her boyf could come to one of the kids birthday parties or christenings. And my dad was shocked when his wife wasn’t invited to Maximus’ christening but in his defence, he now gets the coo and hasn’t asked or expected since. So when it comes to staying round nans and grandads, Maximus, Bear and Winston are fucked πŸ˜‚ Well at least until I know they could speak properly. And even then it still worries me, coz like I said about my ‘experience’ I never told my parents! So even then you couldn’t be sure! And to be honest, if it happened once, it’s already too late! And it’s not a chance I’m willing to take!

I know it makes me sound neurotic as fuck but it’s something that really plays on my mind! And I really don’t see the need for them to stay out. I’d prefer for them to stay at home, so nans are more than welcome here πŸ’ƒπŸ» Maybe it would be different if they spent a lot of time with their grandparents, so we’re part of their every day lives but they’re not. They only seem them for a few hours once a week, so to me, they shouldn’t want any distractions from the kids. So really I’m giving them gift by being so extra πŸ˜¬πŸ˜‚

So if we could all make an agreement as parents, to not let our kids stay out! It will make my life a lot easier in a few years to come when Maximus asks to stay out for the first time😭

And all the apologies for such a deep and dark subject, it won’t happen again. Peace out

AlabamaLola πŸ₯Š

That pregnancy glow

Praise the lord I’m not pregnant anymore! I am not one of those people who enjoys being pregnant. There’s fuck all glow about me. I’m sick, when I’m not actually being sick, i just feel sick! In the early weeks I’m constipated like a mother fucker, resulting in me shoving laxatives up my bum πŸ’ƒπŸ» My hips and back KILL ME, I literally can’t get up when I sit or lay down! So when I was going to have my eyebrows threaded & tinted this time around, it seriously took me about 5 WHOLE minutes to straighten up! The girl who does them is all young & beautiful & must think ‘FUCK THAT SHIT’. I also go through a few weeks of being a miserable mofo in the early weeks, I think it’s the sickness! I turn into a really negative person about everything which is really unlike me! I wee A LOT anyway without being with child BUT when I’m pregnant, I spend about 21hours of the day on the toilet! And that’s just the ‘normal’ shit to be expected.

So factor in having 2 kids, a 1 and 2 year old😩 They require a lot of parenting, so when you feel like shit & they’re shitting like there is no tomorrow, one after the other! Or still having to go out & leave the house when you look & feel like death! Even the task of putting Bear down to sleep in the cot was a struggle when my bump started to get big. He doesn’t have a cot with a side that goes down, so I have to lift him over the side & put him down! Well try doing that when your bump is HUGE & takes me at least 10/15cm away from the side of the cot! I literally ended up putting him over the side & then had to drop him πŸ˜‚ These are the things you have to consider when birthing children so close together!

The tiredness, which hits you during different trimesters! I could be flying high for a few weeks & then POW you feel like you can’t move! Everything becomes an effort, you just want to lay on the sofa and not move. That’s why your first pregnancy is soooo amazing. Even though I had next level morning sickness with Maximus, it was just me. I didn’t have anyone to look after, so if I was tired, I could laze about or have an afternoon nap. When you’ve got other children, you don’t have that luxury! And it’s during those EXHAUSTION peaks that I would really hate my mother. All you want is an afternoon or even an hour to yourself & that’s where mums come in! But in fairness to my younger sister & her significant other, they did come over on a Sunday & walk Maximus & Bear round the park.

DRIBBLING, for some reason when I’m pregnant, I dribble & SOAK my pillow of a night 😎 So I would wake up in the night, laying in saliva πŸ€— And this time around with Winston, I had a few weeks where I had to spit allllllll day. It was like there was too much saliva in my mouth and I just couldn’t swallow it. So I would have to go around with a cup & spit in it. WTF πŸ™„

Also who knew that your boobs could start leaking BEFORE you even have the baby! Huh, I’ve had it with all 3 now. Although it started a lot later with Winston. But I’m pretty sure by about 30weeks my boobs started leaking with both Maximus & Bear! It happened more of a night, so I was literally expelling fluid from every part of my body πŸ’ƒπŸ»

Two of my favourite memories whilst being pregnant this time around, are;

Being sick in the downstairs toilet, it’s a small space! So I’m bent over, with my legs crossed 😎 Because otherwise I would of wee’d myself whilst being being sick as well! Maximus is rammed up against the wall, continuously pressing the flusher whilst I spew my guts up. And Bear is underneath me, looking over the toilet bowl, whilst I’m trying to pull him away by the neck of his t shirt πŸ’ƒπŸ» And sick is going on his head!

And my other all time favourite memory, being about 33 weeks pregnant. It’s HURTING to walk, my back feels like it could snap. The baby feels like it could fall out of my vagina. I’m pushing a buggy, whilst holding the dog lead, Maximus is on his bike. And it’s pissing down with rain 😭 I can honestly remember thinking at that point, NEVER AGAIN.

The negative & losing the will to live, is the biggest thing that cracks me though. I have to actually talk to myself, to get in the shower or bath 😱 Which obvs isn’t normal for me! My usual routine is to get straight in the shower as soon as I get up, if I’m not clean, I don’t feel like I can function during the day! I can tell you brushing my teeth, is something that doesn’t become a daily occurrence πŸ’ƒπŸ» Id brush them & then end up being sick in the sink. So some mornings gave that a knock on the head! Makeup & even looking any way presentable goes out the window! So it’s like a vicious cycle, I feel like shit, look like shit, I don’t get in the shower, so I feel even more like shit. And they pregnancy is a beautiful thing πŸ˜‚Oh and then constantly thinking your bleeding! So you could be going about your day & feel a bit ‘wet’ down below & convince yourself, you’re bleeding, so having a miscarriage! Which if you’ve had a miscarriage {which I have} sends you into overdrive. So I’ll admit now, I’ve shoved my hand down there to see if I comes out with blood on πŸ€— Dr Google … if you searched my internet history it would read … 16 weeks pregnant and can’t wee, 30 weeks pregnant and can’t sleep, 31 week pregnant and legs hurt, 31 week pregnant and back hurts. 32 weeks pregnant, is it safe to take paracetamol, 33 weeks pregnant, can I kill baby by sleeping on my back! 34 weeks pregnant, how much should baby move. 36 weeks pregnant, will having sex DEFINITELY bring on labour. Literally you google every single thing! And then read mumsnet, which for ages I couldn’t even understand half of it with their ‘DH’ & ‘DD’ lark, so I ending having to google what shit means in the end as well! And then being like a dog on heat πŸ’ƒπŸ»πŸ˜Ž The poor baby daddy because he could be riding the gravy train all week … literally. Then out of nowhere just looking at him would make me heave πŸ˜‚ And just topping it off whilst Maximus & Bear decided to get chicken pox, going on holiday at 33 weeks pregnant. Which is NOT relaxing at all, I came back feeling shattered. It took me over a week to recover from it! And that’s not me exaggerating, I truly felt drained from it. And the highlight being my bladder deciding to stop working & needing a catheter for 10days, just before Christmas!And all of this whilst your life partner doesn’t understand any of it. And in my case doesn’t even try. I can remember bursting into tears by the sink at about 35 weeks pregnant. I don’t even know what over now. But he just looked at me like I was crank! And I just started screaming that I was last knockings pregnant, I have 2 kids that try to ruin my life, I’m tired, I can’t sleep all night because pregnancy insomnia is real! So FUCK OFFFFFFFF. I think he then may of gone In the garden with them for 10minutes after πŸ™„Despite all of this though, it does blow my mind how amazing the FEMALE body is. That we can grow a baby inside of us. And even though I don’t like how I feel for 40 weeks, I know it’s an amazing blessing and all worth it for what comes out of you at the end! So all hail the woman Party People πŸ™ŒπŸ»πŸ™ŒπŸ»πŸ™ŒπŸ» All things bright & beautiful.Alabama Lola πŸ’‹

It takes a village

When you have a baby, life will change and even if you’re the most independent person, you’ll realise that a good support network makes it a lot easier/better. I think you get to enjoy it a lot more, if you have help! I LOVE Maximus and Bear all the world but I’m with them 24/7 and sometimes they make me contemplate my life πŸ˜‚ I can see why people go to work part time, it would be like a break! My BFF Mac actually said the the other day, she wished she could go to work for the day. For a rest! And I get that shit. Most of my friends have amazing mums that couldn’t do more if they tried, Mother in laws on hand, one has a sister that loves children more than most parents love their own, another has a nanny, or they have capable baby daddies! Don’t get it twisted, i could leave my offspring with the baby daddy for a couple of hours, if I’ve got one to sleep before I left 😩 But I’d still be unable to relax whilst I was out. Showing that it does take a village to raise a child.

One of my baby Mumma friends text the other day, saying she was having a shit time and that neither her mum or Mother in law had text/reached out to see if she needed any help with the kids. Even though it was obvious to anyone with eyes, that maybe she could do with some respite. Not that to look at her, you would think ‘fuck me shes struggling’ BUT she has the whole 2 under 2 thing going on, which is just her normal every day life. But then on top of that daily slog, her household had a sickness bug, plus her eldest baby also managed to break his foot, then all of this with no sleep, is going to break the CEO of mum bosses! Now none of this shit was on the down low, so it’s not as though her mum or MIL have the excuse of not being in the loop, so didn’t know to reach out.

And it got me thinking, that being a mum can sometimes be soooooo dog shit. Even if you have the most supportive of networks but how much harder it is, when you don’t have people to fall back on.

For moi, my support network comes in the form of my BFFs, they keep my sanity in check. My respite is when we all descend upon one house for some kind of mob dinner. And the parenting is shared πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰ It really does take the dairy off! And I love that all our offspring grow up together. That we celebrate everything we can, with all of us, to make their memories special. One of my favourite times to date, was when our eldest crew member Finn, started secondary school. And we all descended upon Petes house for breakfast, before he set off for the bus stop. So me and Mac (9months pregnant) were there before 7, with kids in tow. Whilst I rustled up pancakes, music on, memories being made. It really made me realise how lucky I am, to have the ‘village’ I do! And cementing the fact in my head, that you reap what you sow! If you want to be part of those important moments, then you make sure you are.

To be honest, before I had children I thought it would be a lot different to how it actually is. Firstly I thought my mum would be on the scene but she’s a full time crank, so that hasn’t been the case. When I first had Maximus, I felt like I needed to include her, to make her feel part of it. But that mainly meant biting my tongue, which eventually means you’re going to blow. So that was soon knocked on the head. When I was younger I spent any time I could at my nans house, every weekend until I started secondary school and wanted to play out, I would be at my nans house. We would go round after school, even when we moved from Tottenham to Loughton, she still lived in the deepest darkest πŸ˜‚ If my mum went out, all 5 of us would be dropped to my nans for the night. My mum has told me, she would go round there all day and sometimes stay, when she had me and my younger siblings and that she had never once said no, if asked to ‘babysit’ us. And my nan worked full time, up until I was about 7. So she knows she was very lucky to have that support. And that’s now something I really envy. I know lives are different now, so grandparents don’t just sit in every night, there out on the razz, enjoying their lives. Which listen, bravo them! Life is for living. But fuck me, everyone harps on about how being a grandparent is so much better than being a parent. But I don’t know how half of them know, as they do fuck all with their grandchildren. Or the actual bare minimum yet manage to get a photo up on Facebook! To make sure everyone sees them being grandmother of the year, for 4hours out of 1 month. I don’t even include grandads in this, as poor old Maximus and Bear have a crack head for one. And then my dad as their other 😱 And I never wanted to be left with my dad, so I defo wouldn’t inflict such cruelty on my offspring. They’d end up having to watch some shit western film all day and ask for one biscuit 😭

I think ideally you need the support of your mum when you have children, especially your first. Whether it be to come stay in those first few days, or come round daily and put a load of washing on, make you dinner, or to show you the motherhood ropes! When I had Maximus, without sounding wankey … I can’t say I felt overwhelmed by becoming a first time mum. But I think that’s mainly because circumstances meant I was independent and responsible from a young age, so it wasn’t something that frightened me. The only time I can say I appreciated my mum, was when I first had Bear, she would come round and take Maximus out for a walk or round to the park. So at least he didn’t get cabin fever. But other than that, I can’t say she was of any particular help.

It’s another reason I can see the good in social media, for people who don’t have a support network, it gives you a lifeline. There’s so many different types of parents to follow on Instagram, so you will defo be able to relate to someone on there. That’s why I think it’s so dangerous when people try to make out their kids shit don’t stink! Or on Facebook, you have untold ‘mums groups’ I’m a member of a couple local to where I live, ‘loughton mums and dads’ being my fave πŸ’ƒπŸ» I can see how mums find support in strangers. People ask questions on there about anything and everything, whether it be about recommendations for a private ENT doctor, for a diagnosis of their child’s rash 😎 Or to ask when the new Aldi is going to open 1000 times a week 😱 But a support network it is! If you didn’t have a babysitter/nanny and needed to find someone you trusted, it really would be my first port of call. I know that sounds mental or no different to that bubble babysitting app (that blows my mind 😬 ) but it’s recommendations from other mums, in a ‘community’ that you’re part of, so you trust them. And listen, when you have to start booking in a night out 3months in advance, needs must πŸ’ƒπŸ»

So walk a mile in someone’s shoes before you judge & all that jazz. Mum life is hard Party People, obviously you have all the amazing moments in there as well! Like when they’re … sleeping 🀣 On a serious note and without putting people off breeding, it is amazing to watch someone you CREATED, you GREW become a person. But make sure you go into it with your eyes wide open!

Peace out. Love thy neighbour.

Alabama Lola ❣️

Mums the Guv’nor

We all have ambitions, goals, hopes and dreams. Whatever we call them. I can’t say I was ever a particularly career driven person, mainly because I’ve never known what I wanted to do in that sitch. So I’ve had more jobs than I can even remember. My worst being an estate agent, everything they say about estate agents … is true.

But I always new I wanted to be a mum. And I think you always have ideas of what type of mum you want to be. And other than Maximus and Bear loving me like there’s no tomorrow! My main aspiration has always been to be the ‘guv’nor‘ in their eyes πŸ’ƒπŸ» What mum says go, kinda thang.

Growing up, my dad was always the top dog of the home. When he was there, anyway. But that made it even more annoying, for me! That my mum would just let him have the guv’nor role, even though he did his own thing most of the time. So when he was home (rarely πŸŽ‰) he would lay down the law. Growing up he was really strict, over such stupid things most of the time as well. Now I can see that it was his controlling personality, which I know I’ve inherited 😱 So I have to reign that in on a daily basis.

And now I’m an adult, in a loving committed relationship … πŸ˜‚ an owner of 2 children. I can see how your parents relationship, affects your own relationship. So without sounding like I need some kind of counselling sessions πŸ˜‚ I feel sorry for the baby daddy sometimes because sometimes I want to end his life, just because he’s tried to make a decision or dares to moan about anything. Occasionally at the crack of dawn on a weekend morning, he might shout down for me to turn my music off, stop singing or moan that I’m hoovering at 7am. But it sends me over the edge, even though in a normal house, this shit would be classed as inconsiderate. It makes me go into full bat shit crazy mode, screaming at him that I can do what I want πŸ’ƒπŸ» And that he don’t run this house ☺️ When really he’s allowed to moan and don’t deserve my cray. BUT it’s because it reminds me of my dad and I feel some injustice towards my mum or women, so feel the need to go so far the other way.

Don’t get me wrong, I get on with my dad. He’s still mental and drives me round the bend. But now he doesn’t put the fear of God into moi. And I can see that he was just a product of his childhood as well. So I can see (sometimes) why he was so extra.

My mother would have ‘housekeep’ money of my dad, when we were younger. And now I don’t ‘work’ and look after Maximus and Bear, the baby daddy has to pay my way. Which I have no problemo with, i don’t feel guilty in not making money contribution to the house. Or bad for buying myself anything with ‘his’ money. And he’s never made me feel like that, ever. Which in this day and age, shouldn’t be something to be celebrated. But I know quite a few women, that would have to work themselves up to ask for more dollar and explain what it’s for! So it still does happen. At the end of the day, I’ve done my time of paying half for all the house shit, Obvs we’ve been together for a long time, so we had that time of equality. But even without that, I grew and birthed his children. I look after them pretty much on my lonesome, which he would hold his hands up to! I tidy and clean up after us all. Occasionally cook a dinner πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ So he can swivel if he thinks I’m living off a set amount of money a week! Obvs I’m not spending way beyond our means because that’s just stupid (she says whilst still chilling in her overdraft). And every now and then the baby daddy, will plead poverty and make me feel like we’re going to lose the house … etc. So for an afternoon I might worry and then I’ll come back from Aldi πŸ€— And he’ll cry that he’s not eating that shit. And then he’ll say, he sometimes has to reign me in coz I can’t eat in Marks’ cafe 5 times a week πŸ˜‚ So normality will resume. Eventually I shall work again, so it’s not as though I’ve retired. But I couldn’t live with someone who thought they could control the purse strings!

When I was younger I was always scared of ‘dads’ and if my friend asked me round, I would always find out what time their dad got home, then I’d tell my mum to pick me before that time! I always felt like dads changed the atmosphere of a home. That when the dad came home, the mood changed. And it’s always bothered me. The same in my house, if my dad was home, we wasn’t as loud, we wouldn’t come in from playing out as late. The usual stuff. So it’s something I could never put up with. The baby daddy wouldn’t ever make anyone feel unwelcome, or if he had the hump he knows he best leave or stay out of the way. Again, now as an adult I’ve been round peoples houses, where the husbands mood dictates the house. And it drives me insane! If the baby daddy dared to have the hump In front of my family or friends/guests I would tell him about himself, there and then. It’s such an uncomfortable feeling being round someone’s house, when someone has the hump. And I would never dream of letting my mood show either.

So if he ever tried to be strict when the kids had friends over, or moan about the noise/mess, his life really won’t be worth living. My friends Mac and Julie were petrified of my dad growing up because he was like that. He’d moan if you came in and dropped your coats and just run up the stairs! And I know In every day life this isn’t ok BUT fuck me, can we have a day off every now and then! It’s not like he was picking them up. The knob. And I can always remember my mum trying to intercept such situations, so we wouldn’t have to listen to the moaning. And I refuse to live like I have to preempt everything that is going to happen. Just so the man of the house doesn’t get the hump.

A few weeks ago my 13yr old sister and her friend stayed over. And it came to the evening and we were downloading a horror film, with a certificate 15. So I made my sisters friend ring her mum to make sure she could watch it. As I’m now a responsible human being and know that shit is expected. And what happened next blew mine and my other sisters tiny minds! She rang home and her mum answered and she asked for her dad! He was in the bath .. so her mum said she’d get him to call back. BUT didn’t even ask what she wanted! I was like, why didn’t you ask your mum? And she said something along the lines of her dad being the decision maker! Again, the most mind blowing thing of it all was that her mum, didn’t even enquire what she wanted.

If Maximus and Bear ever ring me and ask for the baby daddy, I’ll be asking ‘why’! And then if they were to say, oh to ask if we can watch a film. Then I’ve seriously failed at being the parent I want to be! I never want them thinking that Dad is the rule maker. I know some people will be reading this and thinking, it should be a joint thing. Well I’m sorry, not in this abode, what I say goes πŸ’ƒπŸ» They better always think of mum as the GUV’NOR.

Love thy neighbour. Keep calm and carry on. Life is good. Don’t moan it’s contagious!

AlabamaLola πŸ’ͺ🏻

Instagram = 34% apr

I imagine I’m one of the last few generations that remembers a time without, the internet, WiFi and social media. I can remember not being able to use the internet if my mum was on the landline. Going on a night out without a camera phone. My first holiday to Magaluf, when I was 17, over 15YEARS AGO {well that’s Uber depressing} with actual disposable cameras! How times have changed, in such a short space of time.

I honestly do feel sorry for the teenagers and youngens of today. Growing up with Facebook, Twitter and mainly Instagram. There every move documented on there. But the main thing being, how they’ll never grow up without comparing themselves to others. It’s just part of normal life now. And as an adult, I’m guilty of doing the same thing. Looking at peoples perfect pictures and deciding they have the best life ever! But I’m not 14/15/16 years of age, where, since the age of 12 this has been burnt into my brain! When I was growing up, the only things I really had to ‘compare’ myself against where either my friends, who are all dogs πŸ˜‚ So I always felt high on life. Or magazines, so I could look at the pictures and think ‘oh but she’s a celeb’ but nowadays, all the kids are looking at other girls there age, size 8, perfect hair, with professionally done make up. So it is their real life. They really do have it quite shit and don’t even know it. Instead it will creep in as some kind of anxiety or depression. It’s a whole new minefield for parents of teenagers.

I’m a big fan of social media. Instagram being my first love. First of all, it’s my way to vent. I don’t ever try and make it all doom and gloom. Because I think life already has enough of that. And I for one, can’t stand doom and gloom people. They zap me of any positive energy! So I try and vent and make light of the dog shitness!

Then I enjoy being nosey and looking at everyone’s photos. Peoples homes, what they’re wearing! All the usual stuff. And then every now and then I can convince myself, that these strangers lives are perfect. And mine is so wank! I have a couple of people/accounts that give me this envy, more than any others! God knows why.

It’s actually crazy, how we look at one photo and make the most wild assumptions! One photo! And we decide that someone has the most perfect relationship/children/home, car or whatever! But how our brain comes up with all of this, by looking at a photo.

Yet in every day real life, we know that everyone has some kind of shit going on. But when scrolling on Instagram, we lose common sense.

I think I’m pretty honest, i don’t try to be wanky with anything I post! I don’t feel like a wanky person … But even I get on my hands and knees and sweep all the boys toys, out of the way of the wall, I like to take photos of them In front of! My kitchen table mostly houses folded washing all week. But when I’m putting up my photos of balloons and bunting, I’ll put it away. I personally don’t like looking at other peoples shit, so I wouldn’t want people to look at mine. Instagram does make me want to be a better person. Otherwise I’d be living in squalor πŸ˜‚

I’m a lot better at looking at posts with ‘common sense’ now. When I see someone posting a picture of their nails, with a fuck off rolex. I think oh grow up. If you want to post a photo of your watch, just own it! Or an insta video listening to some shady music In their car, letting us know it’s a BMW, Mercedes, Range or any other desirable car. Again, I think ok, grow up you flash mug. I think the older you get, the less you are impressed with such shite. Especially, living in Essex, it can be quite poncey. And I’ve been around all this flash Harry’s since the land of time. In the words of Shania, they don’t impress me much. Do I want to own a Rolex but still live at home with my mum … no I don’t. Do I want to drive a Range Rover but still rent my house, no I don’t. I totally get, people work hard and like nice things. But I really don’t understand why anyone would want to own a 20k watch … and defo don’t get the need to own more than one!

If I wanted to drive a Range Rover, I could, just like everyone else round here. Just like they do. But having it on finance. Which, listen I don’t judge. But when it’s all they post about, I’m embarrassed for them. Get a personality. We can all live our best lives on tick!

Then all these beautiful bombshells that can make you feel like a dog, as soon as you see them. But have you noticed they all have the same creamy smooth skin … I’m all for an Instagram filter. But I can honestly say I’ve never ‘face tuned’ or airbrushed my photos. Mainly because, you actually do have to leave the house … so I’d rather someone think, she’s a dog in her photo and real life. Rather than see me out an about. And think, fuck me she looks nothing like her photos. I see such people on the regular. And without sounding mean, I look at them and think ‘you’re ropey as fuck in real life’. And it’s because everything they put up is make believe. They can’t even be content with getting a make up artist, to do their make up on a standard Friday night. And it’s because Instagram makes us believe, only perfection is acceptable. We only put up our best photos!

The same with all these donuts that post # The boy did good. And the love of my life shit. Then they split up with the love of their life and a month later, they’re with another love of their life. Using the exact same captions 😎 I die inside for them. This is another con of growing up in the age of social media. All your relationships are put out there. Although I know a few ‘oldies’ that do the exact same thing. New boyfriend every few months and fall in love within a day πŸ™„

I follow a few people who I don’t know personally. But friends of friends would know, so gossip goes down Party People. Let me tell you. So when I see one particular gal posting about her amazing boyfriend, I think but he steals money off you … and you know about it? So that’s the opposite of amazing. Now I’m not saying, she should write ‘my boyfriends a thief’ as her caption. BUT don’t post about how amazing he is, trying to convince the world that you are # Couple Goals!

My point being, don’t measure the value of your relationship or SELF against one photo on social media. It’s all bullshit. Look at it with your eyes wide open. Don’t hate your baby daddy because he hasn’t gifted you a Rolex for your push present. Instead think, I’m so glad my baby daddy didn’t take out a finance on a watch, to make me happy for 1 day. But then moan every month that, he’s got so much to pay for πŸ€— I’m not saying everyone’s living on finance. Coz some people are proper minted but most people are not, they’re just trying to keep up with those real life minted people. Champagne lifestyle on lemonade money …

Don’t let Instagram actually affect your mental health!!! We all, only share what we want people to know!!!! So count YOUR own blessings and not someone else’s!

Peace out. Step in the name of love.

Alabama LolaπŸ’‘

Mum Life: No qualifications needed.

Becoming a parent is obviously a big deal. So it’s mad really, that you do the do, get pregnant and then 9ish months later … POW you’re in a charge of a brand new human. No training, no passing of any tests or security checks. You just get to go home with a baby. The only requirement being that you have to have a car seat πŸ˜‚

And then you literally learn on the job on how to parent. Not so much the newborn stuff, as they do nothing! To be honest it’s quite anti climax after a couple of days of having them 😱 Maybe not your first. But when you have your second, you realise that newborns don’t do anything. So you’re just waiting for them to show signs of their personality. But before that it’s just feeding, burping, changing nappies, all on repeat for at least 6-8weeks.

I’m talking about a year’ish onwards. I’m sure my posts on Instagram, have told you that Maximus is boisterous to fuck, testing me on the regular. And now Bear is showing signs of being the same, if not worse. God give me strength. I think the main problem is, I grew up with 3 brothers that were not best behaved. So I judge Maximus and Bear’s behaviour against there’s, so think oh they’re not actually that bad.

I think our main source of knowledge comes from our own upbringing, so we parent by default all most. Which is Obvs ok, if you grew up like The Ingalls, in a little house on the prairie. But I’m sure 99% of people didn’t have picture perfect upbringings. Which is the norm I think. I notice the differences between how moi and my friends parent, every now and then. Everyone parents differently and that’s why I always try and not judge other mums. We all have different kids, that need different discipline or rules. So each to their own I say.

I’m a shouter, which isn’t ideal and frowned upon in most situations. But I’m fine with it. My friend Mac is also a shouter, so she makes me feel better about myself πŸ˜‚ So when I’ve lost all patience, I shout like a mofo. It doesn’t even faze the boys to be honest, which should tell me I do it too much.

I also lack sympathy and really can’t stand cry baby children. So those two things combined means that Maximus and Bear get told to man up a lot. When I first had Maximus, I informed the baby daddy’s mum and sister, that certain shit will not be going down with my offspring. They’re all hypochondriacs, the baby daddy thinks he needs to be hospitalised every time he is sick, which is a lot. He thinks he has severe food poisoning every single time. And the Mother and sister in law are always ill. And the baby daddy’s nephew, Burt will cry as he’s falling. Not after, if and when he’s actually hurt himself. Like a lot of kids. And I don’t blame the kids. I blame the parents/adults around them! If Maximus or Bear fall over, hit their head, something that could potentially hurt them. I don’t say anything, until I see there reaction. Because when you react, they decide they’re hurt before actually feeling anything. It does my brain in! And then even if they have hurt themselves, I tell them they’re ok. Because they’re not bleeding, haven’t broken anything, they actually are ok. So the mother in law was informed such mollycoddling wouldn’t fly in this abode. And don’t think I’m the worst person in the world, of course if they have hurt themselves, then I give them all the love. BUT still telling them it’s ok! And I’m totes aware, I must be the daughter in law from hell πŸ˜‚ No fucks given this end. BUT it works both ways. And I could never be one of those women that lives in fear of her MIL. My own mum was like it with my nan and it wound me up like no mans business. If I require advice then I’ll ask, otherwise there my kids and I’ll do what I thinks best. Thank you, please.

Growing up in my household, unless you was pumping blood. No one cared. And it only got worse, going down the line of kids. Apart from my sick note of a sister, who really is the runt of the litter, always ill. Never ending coughs and colds, constantly had snot running from her nose. And the yellow/green tinge kind, that tells you they’re unwell. Had suspected meningitis, had whooping cough, literally a few weeks after her 1st birthday. Cut her head open whilst down the caravan (mainly my fault for chasing her with a glass in her hand). The disgusting banana penicillin medicine constantly in the fridge πŸ˜‚ But my mum would mainly tell us to shut up or she’d give us something to cry about. Mum Goals πŸ€— My friend Mac once stayed over and basically broke her thumb and my mum told her to put it in water … πŸ˜‚ Luckily our mums we’re friends, and also of the same mindset. But it’s defo something I can see in myself now as a parent. So an example of how we inherit our parenting styles.

There’s loads of things I wouldn’t want to inherit though. I know I’ll always be Maximus and Bear’s biggest supporters/fans. My mum will admit that she loves all of us but she doesn’t like any of us πŸ˜‚ And the feeling is mutual. If she was ever called into the school, about any of us (mainly Ronnie or Terry) she would just take the teachers word for it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure they were correct. Whereas my brother Ronnie can remember being called into the deputy heads office and they couldn’t get hold of my mum. So they rang my nan, and the teacher was telling my nan that Ronnie had thrown a chair at the teacher and all my nan kept saying, in her Irish accent was ‘oh no not my Ronnie. He wouldn’t do that, you have the wrong boy’ just kept repeating it. So in the end, the teacher just had to say bye πŸ˜‚ Although I am not saying I would be like that with my offspring. But I’d like to sit somewhere in the middle, then base my decision on experience and common sense. Rather than just writing them off, from the beginning.

When it came to homework, my mum and dad never checked if we had done it. They’d take our word for it. I would sign my mums name every week in the planner. They weren’t really bothered about academic success, I can’t say I ever felt any pressure. Only when it came to sports, they would expect you to be on a team, or to train at something after school. And then to compete in it. I know I’d be on my boys case about school and homework. I’d be making sure they had revised for tests. Go me πŸ’ƒπŸ» I have higher hopes than Harlow Unit for them at 14.

I also hope to not beat Maximus and Bear … on the regular. But I do think that children need to have an element of fear. Otherwise you are fucked! Which I’m sure a lot of people would cry about. But my plan is for Maximus and Bear, when they’re older, so 13, onwards and turning into mini men, is for them to be frightened of moi or/and the baby daddy. For them to worry if they stepped out of line too much! I’m all for kids pushing boundaries, breaking SOME rules, that’s all part of growing up. But some things will never fly! Smoking being up there. So fear is needed, to control such drama. IN MY OPINION. My mum would give a look, that told me ‘wait till you get home’ then you’d spend the rest of your time, before getting home, to turn it back around πŸ˜‚ She was a full on crank though, she suffered with really bad PMT, offering level shit. Which obviously as a child I didn’t even know existed. And I can’t say I really suffer with it now, the baby daddy would never be able to ‘tell’ I was coming on or pre menstrual. My mood doesn’t really change. Unlike my BFF Mac who is also next level crank and could kill someone due to it, so I have a tiny understanding of it from her explanation. But without fail, each month for a good couple of years my mum would fly off the handle. And would then end in her reigning down the pain on all of us, not Carrie though. She was too weak of a human πŸ™„ She’d beat us all up, tell us she was ringing social services, blah blah blah. Well on one particular occasion, I will never forget. Beatings and shouting had occurred, telling US to ring social services, handing us the phone and all sorts! Like we knew the number. Then after she had calmed down, the usual shit, she was sorry, she’s crying, she didn’t mean it. Blah blah blah. THEN my brother Ronnie starts crying, so my mum asks him what’s wrong AND he said ‘I wanted to go live with social services’ πŸ˜‚ Reality is we could all bring her on Jezza Kyle BUT not one of us would say, we had a bad childhood or had a bad mum (growing up) she was a good mum until she went full bat shit cray. And we all appreciate that sometimes shit went down but we’re all normal and turned out ok … But like I said i don’t suffer with PMT so i won’t inherit that either. But I will watch out for Macs kids! And I won’t let them endure the same as us. Different generation we live in now days πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈMy main point being, that our childhoods, our parents dictate a lot of our parenting! Whether we like it or not. Even if we don’t want to be anything like our parents. It’s hard to not to be like them by default. And before anyone pipes up, I’m not talking about extreme cases of abuse or anything like that. Just a ‘normal’ run of the mill family stuff. So, I shall continue to raise my children as I see fit. Whilst incorporating bits of the things my mum did well. And the things she didn’t well, I’ll try to do better. However, when we’re kids we don’t realise that our mums are still people. It’s only when you become an adult and realise how hard life can be, the pressures of mortgages, bills, relationships, all the mundane shit. It’s tough! So to have to do all that stuff and then be a ‘good’ mum as well, it’s HARD WORK. When I’ve had an argument with the baby daddy, 9/10 it’s either over the phone, so he’s not here anyway or he can walk out. But i don’t get that luxury, I have to parent still! Whilst I still have the hump or feel like shit. Which is one of the hardest things of being a mum sometimes. That no matter what you have to carry on and to not take your stuff out on them! Which, listen, I’m not always able to do. Which is awful, yet real life. Sometimes I will shout at Maximus for something so stupid because I’ve got the hump. But when I was a kid, I didn’t give my mums ‘life’ a second thought. I didn’t ever think oh maybe she’s tired from being at work all day, maybe she’s got the hump because I didn’t eat the dinner she made from scratch and left in the oven, maybe shes pissed off because my dad is a selfish mug. But that is the joy of being a kid also, you don’t have to worry yet. So be kind to yourself Party People, there are NO perfect mums or dads. And if people make you think or feel like they are, it’s all bullshit. Instagram is the worst for making you feel like that. But remember it’s only the best versions of ourselves. Peace out. Love thy neighbour. Keep Calm and Carry on. Alabama Lola πŸ’Œ

Rage of the road variety.

In everyday life, I would consider myself an easy going person. I let most things just go over my head, rather than reacting. Although, I’m sure the baby daddy would say otherwise. But he don’t read this, so he won’t get his say 😊

Yet the car could tip me over the edge. I don’t know why! I just lose the plot if I feel like someone is taking a liberty OR makes a big deal over NOTHING. Not always, sometimes I take no notice and think oh grow up. But every now and then I become psychotic πŸ’ƒπŸ»

I passed my driving test first time πŸŽ‰ And I consider myself a good driver. I know, how big headed of me. But I am. However there are some absolute knob jockeys driving around, so sometimes I feel they need to be told about themselves. And by told, I mean screamed at in full rage mode πŸ’ƒπŸ»

My first road rage experience I can remember having. Was when I was about 19, in my Ford Fiesta, with my nan as my passenger. So I was driving in Tottenham, down a road that can become stand still, if one divvy person doesn’t let someone go, when they should. A residential road, so cars parked along both sides, with 2 way traffic coming down a single lane really. So you have to make sure, you’re paying attention and give way when needed. Even if you deem it your right of way. So, it’s the middle of summer. I go down the dog shit road, before you know it, no one is moving. So people have to start reversing and what not, to be able to clear the way. So the young’ish man opposite me, starts to reverse as required. All is well. Until the prat behind him starts bibbing like there’s no tomorrow. Frightening the poor bloke to near death. So he’s now shitting himself and doesn’t know what to do. So big bad me, gets out of the car, to let the cars know I shall not be moving πŸ™„ I have about 30 cars behind me, let’s not play silly buggar games. So eventually the dude reverses making a clear path, so I start to drive forward. So I’m now about to pass the car who was bibbing like a dick, as I’m approaching these prat women, one of them starts to slow clap … πŸ˜‚ So I started screaming, going on full on mento, calling her every name under the sun 😯 Classic moi. All whilst my poor nan, was saying ‘oh please Lolly don’t, please Lolly stop’ πŸ˜‚ so on I drove. But I’ll always remember it, mainly because now. I use the slow clap myself to sarcastically congratulate someone.

My biggest triggers for getting mad dog are,

β€’People that don’t say thanks 😱 So if I’ve given way and they can’t just put the hand up. Or flash their lights. I want them get thrush forever. When someone crosses a zebra crossing, say THANKS! I always say thanks. Whether I’m a pedestrian or a driver. So that instance will usually end up with me shouting THANKS as they pass. I feel like that is pretty standard for all drivers though.

β€’People that rush for a red light! Like are you ok in the head? So if I need to pull out of a road, a parking space, just generally out into the road. And NO one will let you out or go, even though they’re just driving up to a red light. I want to punch these people in the back of the head.

β€’Black cab drivers. I don’t care if they’ve done the fucking knowledge in a month. And drive all day, in London. They think they rule the roads and are the best drivers ever. I was driving once in London and this dick head one was adamant he was getting in front of me, as 2 lanes were merging into 1. And was a give way type sitch, so one car from each lane goes. But he thought otherwise. I was with the baby daddy and said out loud, ‘if we have to crash, we have to crash Al’ Again, I know it’s nothing to be proud of. But sometimes needs must. So I kept going, literally getting through by an inch. But I won πŸŽ‰ I find them so arrogant. They just talk shit πŸ˜‚

β€’Old people. God give me strength. First of all, i don’t think half of them can see. So they don’t even know what they’re doing half the time. They just pull out of turnings into main roads. Nearly causing carnage and just drive on without noticing πŸ™„

β€’Drivers that try to make a point. So you know when you pull out of a turning with more than enough time. But then the egg that is approaching, decides to speed up and get up your ass. To try and make out that pulled out right in front of them.

β€’Horse boxes πŸ€— Listen, I know they have to get somewhere but they still piss me off. To be fair I’m not a fan of horses. And horse people are a bit annoying as well. Sorry if you are a horse person. But sometimes I think, you think your shit don’t stink πŸ˜±πŸ˜‚πŸ’ƒπŸ»

I was once driving In a car park, admittedly I went down the wrong way. BUT it wasn’t as though I was about to steal a space of the oncoming. There was also more than enough space for us both to pass, I drove around some empty spaces, so it did not affect the man coming towards me. But the way he started carrying on, like a fucking hysterical woman πŸ™„ I shouted at him, something like ‘fuck off you wanker’ whilst doing the hand sign, incase he couldn’t lip read from so far away. I hadn’t long had Bear, so had 2 small people in the back giving it large πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ Well he did not appreciate my comments and started to do a 3 point turn in no time at all. I’m now shitting myself, mainly because I had the babies with me. So I continue to exit the car park, which has fucking traffic lights 😭 All the while, seeing his wife trying to calm him down in my rear view mirror. I was only lucky another car came between us. And that the lights turned green quick enough to retreat πŸ˜‚ So that will teach me to give it the big old I am!

I know we can all have bad days, then get in the car and it tips us over the edge. So I do get it, when people go off at me sometimes. I have got better now that I drive around with the bambinos, as I don’t want to call it on with someone, that’s out on day release. Then end up on the bbc news, for having to drop kick the Mother fucker in broad daylight, in front of my children πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

I’m not even precious about my car, so I can’t blame it on that. I’m not about that life. It’s something the baby daddy can’t stand about me, how I don’t look after anything. But I don’t like owning anything that I feel so sentimental or precious about. He’d like to get a new car but I’m happy with my VW Golf. The minute we get a new car, he will start moaning at me, if it gets scratched or the alloys get fucked. I don’t notice anything like that, so we’d be over within a week of buying one. And if i get a new one I’m not Gona be able to decide that it has to be collateral damage, if I come up against a wanky black cab driver again, am I?!

Until next time Party People.

Alabama Lola 🚨

Who needs enemies when you have a sibling.

When I was pregnant with Bear, I can honestly say, I never felt the ‘guilt’. I didn’t worry if Maximus would feel left out or like his little brother. And i never had the thoughts ‘do I have enough love?’. I don’t know if it’s because I come from a big family, also all being pretty close in age. So it was the norm for me. And I never remember growing up thinking my mother left me out and chose another baby over me.

Maximus was 15months old when Bear was born. And during the pregnancy, I would always get asked, ‘are you worried about Maximus’, ‘Don’t Maximus feel like a baby still’, all reasonable questions, as he was still a baby. And it’s something i always see people post about. Wondering how they’ll love another like their first.

But for me, firstly I knew I was going to love my next creation. And where Maximus was concerned, I was giving him the best gift in the whole wide world! A brother/sister. So this always topped any guilt that may of been lingering.

I am the eldest of 6 😱 No my mum and dad never had a tv … I use to hear that a lot as a kid πŸ™„ 3 brothers and 2 sisters. Being only 14months apart from my first brother. And we are all really close. So I always knew I wanted the same for my offspring. It makes my heart happy knowing that Maximus and Bear will always have each other.

All my memories of growing up involve my brothers and sister (my youngest sister is 18yrs younger than me, so I was grown). Good and bad memories. Going to the caravan mob handed, fighting with each other, ganging up on my Mother, covering for each other and most importantly, standing up for each other.

We’re all very confident, with too much to say for ourselves πŸ€— Which partly comes from my dad, I wouldn’t say my mum as she is one of the weakest human beings on this earth. However credit where credits due, she will lift more shopping bags in one go, than anyone! But it also comes from having brothers and sisters, being safe in the knowledge that if shit goes down. Someone will be fighting your corner. We were always brought up to stick up for each other no matter what. And that know one can come between us. If we dared to tell a tale on one another, then it would the tale teller getting their arse tanned.

Don’t get it twisted, you grow up always wanting to punch each other’s head in. And in our case, punching each others heads in πŸ’ƒπŸ» It really was survival of the fittest in our house. We tried to have rules amongst ourselves, like when it came to the remote. Now, if you have siblings you know this is where most of the power is! Everyone wants to be in control of the remote. Our rule was whoever got in the front room first, was the guv’nor. But the rule didn’t always stand. As one of us would get the hump, so it would end up with a fight. We were really quite savage and I don’t know how my mum put up with us. I want to reign down the pain on the regular, now that Maximus and Bear fight over everything. No wonder she’s a full time crank.

But only we could hit and slag each other off. If someone else did it, then we would defend their honour! Yet the things we said to each other were terrible, when I think back now. My 1st brother Doug fell of a bike when he was younger and fucked his teeth, so he would always get called a ‘goofy mug’, basically anything with goofy in the front πŸ˜‚ Ronnie my 2nd brother was dyslexic and generally quite thick. So he would get ‘stupid’ ‘thick’ ‘retard’ anything to make him feel stupid. Terry, my 3rd brother was the fat one πŸ˜‚ For some reason he was really chubby until he hit late, late teens. So he would was always called fat and obese. He also really hated to be told he was tired πŸ˜‚ So whenever we were on the wind up with him, we’d say ‘oh Tels tired everyone’ he’d then go full on hulk 😩 And Carrie was just always ill and a weakling, so she’d mainly be told to just shut up or that she was the runt of the litter πŸ˜† I went through a spotty stage, I got chubby before having a grow, so was called fat and spotty.

Now, these are all really terrible things to say in general. Let alone to someone you’re supposed to love. BUT, I wouldn’t change it. This is part and and parcel of having brothers and sisters! It’s character building, which i really believe! It makes you tough. If you’re going to crumble every time someone calls you a name or talks to you like a bit of shit. Then I’m sorry but you’re not going to get very far in life. I can’t stand cry babies, especially cry baby adults. If someone calls me fat, then I’m not going to give them a quick ganders, then call them a ginger/four eyed mug … I am not saying it’s ok to be mean, but in some real life situations, this shit happens. Road rage being one of those. Or a fat lazy bastard of Man, parking in an Baby space, he needs to told what a fat, lazy, heart disease bastard he is πŸ’ƒπŸ»

Character building, is one of the best things about having siblings. They prepare you for all the knobs in life. So as much as they’ve got your back, they really can be like your worst enemy at times. And say the things they know will hurt the most. But you learn to not show weakness, so eventually they try and find something else to attack you with.

I’m really lucky to have amazing friends, ones I can truly rely on for anything. And have done in the past. But I think this is slowly becoming a thing of the past. Friendship doesn’t seem important to the young’ens of today. In the age of social media, they would sell out their friends for 5 seconds of fame. Or sleep with each other’s boyfriends at the drop of a hat. They all seem to swap best friends on a monthly basis! But you can’t swap a brother or sister, they are with you for life. I know they could also fuck you over BUT I know none of mine would. I don’t think we will be on Jezza Kyle in years to come, after Doug and the baby daddy have got it on. You never know though, I suppose 😱 So I really was happy when I found out Bear was a boy, to know that Maximus could have a mate as well as a brother for life. Not that having a girl would of made me less happy. As I’m really close to my brother Doug, I could tell him anything, i could go out on the razz and have a laugh with him. Which we have done on the regs. Being close in age, means we’ve always shared a lot of the same friends. So that’s another benefit.

I know there are people who are not close to their siblings. Don’t get on at all, have nothing to do with each other as adults. Some woman came up to me in Marks’ the other day to tell me how her children all hate each other and never speak 😯 I was like ohhhhhh, that’s terrible. What do you say? What could possibly happen for you to not speak to your brother or sister? It really does baffle me. I know each family is different and all fucked up, in its own way. And people most prob think the same when it comes to moi and my mother. Which is most probably another reason, I’m so close to all my siblings. Dealing with all the dog shit together makes you closer I think.

I know it sometimes pisses the baby daddy off, how close we all are. As it can sometimes interfere with our life. He wouldn’t dare speak against any of them because he knows his life would not be worth living. We’ve been together long enough for him to know the coo now, if they need me for anything, like when your brother rings you in the middle of the night, knowing your about 8months pregnant, telling you to come pick him up. Because he’s had a fight at a work do πŸ™„ that I’m going to do it. Sometimes he can’t understand it and he’d say ‘tell him to get a cab’ which would result in me telling him ‘he’s my brother, don’t get involved’ which isn’t always fair but that’s life. The baby daddy does have a sister but they’re not close, so he don’t get it.

We all tell each other everything. And know that if one of us is told something. Then we are telling the others. No secrets is the only way forward. We still argue/debate over everything now. Get loud, get aggressive. But once it’s done, we’re over it. If we think something about the other we say it, none of that letting in piss you off for months and months shit.

So for me, there’s no greater gift than a sibling. They know everything about you. They’re with you from the beginning, till the end. They know you for your whole life!!!! So Maximus and Bear will be forever In my debt.

Yours sincerely

Alabama Lola πŸ₯

A boy named Sue: Baby names.

Yo Yo Yo, in the words of Johnny Cash.

‘Son, this world is rough. And if a mans Gona make it, he’s gotta be tough. And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and said goodbye’

This week, Maximus’ godfather was over, he was mucking about with the kids. Being all rough and play fighting. He said something about Bear needing to be tough, with a ‘name like that’ 😱 It honestly didn’t and doesn’t bother me, as I know I’ve called my son Bear. I was like, oh shut up, he’ll be fine. First of all, it’s not as though he will be the only child of his age, with some … stupid name πŸ˜‚

I originally liked the name Bear, when I was a vessel for Maximus. But wasn’t brave enough to call him it. Don’t get me wrong, I was also set on Jesse, then when I see him, I was like ‘EURGH. He is not pretty enough to be a Jesse, he looks like a white Chris Eubank’ 😱 Then, when I had Bear, 0 fucks were given. BUT I knew, that people would have something to say about it. I was talking to my mother at the time of growing Bear, so she didn’t hold back in letting me know, that it was a stupid name and she wouldn’t be calling him it. She said she would tell People his name was Teddy. I let her know, that i did not care for opinion. So she could shut the fuck up. Although, I’m not quite as rude, when the divvy Doctors receptionist tells me ‘ well that’s a name’. Every now and then, I think, I didn’t even give the poor fucker a middle name 😭 BUT then as I said, he’s not going to be the only child with an ‘out there name’ it’s a sign of the times. So he’ll be grand and if ‘Noah P’ in his school, gets all lemon, then he will have permisson to kidney dig the mug πŸ’ƒπŸ» I say ‘Noah P’ because I didn’t want to name my children and there be 3 other kids in their class with the same name. However, I imagine to an extent, this will happen with Maximus. But it won’t bother me as much. AS his name is MAXIMUS! Not Max. Not that I mind the name. But that’s not what i think or know him as. No one calls him Max, apart from the baby daddy’s divvy uncle, when writing a card. And before you say it, yes I’m sure when he goes to school, his mates will call him Max 😭 I can only hope, he corrects them. Which again I know is not Gona happen 😭😭😭 And Cheryl Cole royally fucked me over, when she named her kid Bear πŸ™„ Less than ideal.

Me and the baby daddy found it really hard to agree on names. The first one he came up with and really wanted, was …. ALLAN. Yes ALLAN. Obvs after himself, the baby daddy’s name is Allan in case you wasn’t in the know. He was named after his dad when he was born. But that was in 1984, so an acceptable name. Also, his dad is now a crack head, soooooo Nar. Don’t get me wrong, he’s the only crack head I would talk to. But crack head none the less. So my answer was hell no, in fact my exact words were ‘This baby hasn’t done anything wrong, yet! So why are we going to punish him straight away, by naming him Allan, little baby Allan’. And I’m not about name tributes to be honest, Maximus and Bear don’t have middle names for this reason. I did try for my surname as there middle names but he was having none of that πŸ™„ The other names he gave as suggestions were just as stupid. So they never even made the potential list.

In nursery related news. Maximus is starting a pre school in a few weeks 😭 The same one Frey goes too, Peta’s little boy (my BFF) so a newsletter was sent out to parents, welcoming the new pupils starting, there names being; Maximus, Hunter, Phoenix and Presley. So if that isn’t a sign of the times, I don’t know what is. I said it sounds like they’re announcing the fighters going into the coliseum πŸ˜‚

Obviously, I’m of an age now where everyone is banging out babies. So you hear of people naming their babies all the time, top that with Social media. So then when moi and my BFFs are together, it comes up in conversation. Then it’s the norm to give your opinion. So the ‘oh I like that’, ‘that’s fucking pathetic’, ‘Who names their kid that’, ‘they named her what’ are things that you say. And then I have to check myself and make it known, really I can’t have an opinion. Who am I to slag off someone for naming their child ‘Audrey’ (I’m watching coronation street)πŸ˜‚when I called mine Bear.

I think whatever floats your boat. Go for it. BUT don’t be naming your child an unordinary name and then getting the hump when people have something to say. I’m not saying, people should be so forthcoming with shock or dislike but it will happen. Old people defo do not care on giving their 2pence worth πŸ™„ And if you are one of those people, then you’re a gimp. And should grow up.

And the naming your baby before it arrives, always amazes me as well. I mean when people, go as far to start referring to the baby on social media by their chosen name. Or decorating their room and having the babies name on sign put up, buying personalised clothes with name on. It blows my mind, how can people be so sure! When the baby comes out, they think the baby looks like they thought! As I said, I was pretty set on Jesse for Maximus but then as soon as I saw him, I knew he didn’t look like a Jesse! I know babies have to grow into a names, so they don’t ever look like a name I suppose. Yet it still is mad to me, that you could be so certain. Maybe it’s because I’m such an indecisive person. Again, each to their own.

I think when it comes to all aspects of parenting. So naming them, breastfeeding/bottle feeding, what you dress them in, the nappies you use, how you discipline them, the list goes on! You have to be confident in everything you do. Otherwise you are open to criticism on everything. So be strong Party People, think, feel it and speak it. Then you’ll be limited on the number of people piping up. I promise ya. I won’t go on about that, mainly coz I’m running out of ideas, so I’ll leave that for another time πŸ’ƒπŸ»

So to round up, name your baby what you want Party People. And let’s all try and stop being as judgey. But don’t go all out there and then in 20somthing years time, be outraged that it affects there chances of becoming Prime Minister. Hopefully Maximus and Bear want to be unlicensed boxers, gypsies or have outstanding acting ability πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

Peace out. Islands in the stream. Working 9-5, what a way to make a living. Jolene, Jolene, jolene, Joleneeeeeee.

Alabama Lola πŸ»β“‚οΈ

Keeping up with the Joneses.


When you’re as popular as moi & my kids. You could go as far to say, faces. We are faces on the scene. πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ Birthdays seem to be every other week! So this week, my baby Mamma crew & I had a little whatsapp chat and decided to set some rules. Boring I know BUT most important. There are 13 kids within my baby Mumma crew alone, plus 2 more on the way πŸ™„ Before this week, we would usually all chip in for a present, that our ‘treasurer’ had spent time looking for, she’s mucho thoughtful. Whereas I’m useless, I never know what to get my own offspring, let alone someone else’s. And we’re not talking about a box of play doh. We’re talking, Karaoke machines, personalised micro scooters, the list goes on. Anything for these underprivileged children πŸ™„

2018 however is new year, new us! We’ve decided that Β£10 from each of us, is suffice for each child. So, I think there’s 6 of us baby mummas, meaning Β£60 worth of spends going forward. Which to me, is more than enough.

For me, Maximus and Bear have more than enough, too much in fact. Taking away moi and the baby daddy, they have 4 aunties and 3 uncles, plus boyfriends/girlfriends that contribute, a nan and grandad here and there, Mac, her sisters, then they have a Peta on top of that, who is rich and generous. So they clean the fuck up at birthdays! So I honestly don’t need, for other people to then spend more money on them! I know we all love buying presents and gifting people BUT it’s really got out of hand.

Where have the days gone where you were invited to a kids party, so someone you know of but not best friends with. And Β£10 in a card was enough! Oh no, now you write the card out, put a Β£10 note in, then think I can’t just put that in, they’ll think we’re being rude, tight and all other shite. Now we’re putting Β£20 in as a standard amount 😱 Or chipping in to buy Douglas a fucking iPad. And it’s all just for show, to keep other parents happy. Well not on my watch anymore.

I really am not playing the game anymore. I remember a while back ‘Myleene i sell everything Klass’ tweeted something about a child’s parent, sending out a letter, with some kind of gift list requests. At her daughters school. So I feel, until someone decides to buck the trend, it’s just going to carry on, getting worse!

The baby mummas and I have said, we would much rather spend money on doing things together! Renting beach huts, going to the zoo and etc. Kids are not cheap Party People. And listen, I like a kid as much as the next person. But having to put Β£20/Β£30 of my Money (baby daddy’s money) In a card for their birthday, is soul destroying!

I don’t want Maximus and Bear to be spoilt little bastards. When in reality they already are! If I think of all the things they just get, for no reason now. We go into Sainsbury’s, Maximus sees a toy, if it’s under Β£10, it’s more than likely he would get it πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ Because id tell myself, he’s sitting nicely in the trolly. WHOOPY FUCKING DO! That’s life, you sometimes have to sit in a trolley and behave in public. So why do I reward such shite! SURPRISE EGGS, I think they’re pretty much a pound these days, yet i pick them up like a penny sweet. So they’re already living their best Kk! uk, that’s all without other people spoiling them on the regular. I’m pretty sure this is the case for most kids. So let’s not pretend I’m the only person doing it.

So I’m going old school, back to the 90’s/00’s when you could gift a packet of blow pens, that we had about 5 massive boxes of, that lived in our garage, until everyone in Essex had been gifted them, by me and my brothers, when we attended any birthday party.πŸ˜‚ I think they had fallen off the back of a lorry and my dad or uncle decided to give them to a loving home.

So let’s stop this stupid trend and pretending we’re all billy big balls, flash with the cash and all that jazz. You keep your Β£20 and I’ll keep mine. This makes far better sense.

Over and out.

Alabama Lola 🐝