#MouseMooMeToo Cowprints – 11th September 2016

#MouseMooMeToo Cowprints – 11th September 2016
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I released my husband into the wild on Saturday, setting him free to enjoy the cultural delights of London town – specifically the boxing match at the O2. I don’t know who was boxing, and nor do I care. “Train Beer” had been purchased, and so I was expecting a solid 12 hours of drinking to result in an exceptionally hungover chap.

I knew better than to judge, however, as I recently surprised him with the news that I would also be fucking off to London for a night on the sauce, leaving him to commit both children to bed having fed and bathed them. To his credit, he arranged for his parents to take Mouse for sleepover, so I only had to wrestle with the small, noisy child. I’ve done nothing of the sort to lessen the blow when it’s my turn to roam the gold-paved streets.

It’s silly, I’m used to it just being Mummy ‘n’ Moo, Moo ‘n’ Mummy for three days of our week, but a Saturday feels different. Saturdays are for our little family, where even if we separate off during the day, we always have breakfast and dinner together. We bumbled along quite nicely all afternoon, and I managed to whizz us up some leftover sausage surprise pasta with Moo pinned to my hip. The surprise element was derived from there being a noticeable lack of anything sausagey in it, although I did get excited that a flaccid mushroom might be a rogue piece of stray meat (it wasn’t).

Anyway, having pissed around watching Moo feed herself a yoghurt for about three hours, I very keenly felt the absence of Mouse and Drunkard. Look at the state of it! Do you ever stand back, catch your breath and realise that what a situation needs is a hand clapping, “right then” Mary Poppins, and that role falls solely to you? To all you Mary’s out there – and I know many of you – you’re bloody heroes.


Moo is sat in her bumbo after dinner, covered in food.


  1. September 11, 2016 / 8:22 pm

    Hope hubby isn’t too hungover today. We’re loving the photo of Moo looking so pleased with herself. Roll on your night out!

    • September 11, 2016 / 8:47 pm

      I actually felt vaguely sorry for him as there was a replacement bus service all the way from Woking, so he left the venue at midnight and rolled in at 4am! Up with Moo at 7am, bahahaha. Thanks for commenting xx

  2. September 12, 2016 / 8:24 am

    You’re so right – you cope all week on your own but a weekend on your own just feels lonely – it’s just different. I agree – those Mary’s are brilliant! Just an awesome, awesome photo! #triballove x

  3. September 12, 2016 / 9:41 am

    Aww Moo – such a happy face! But seriously I feel your pain, I am fine during the week and then at the weekend if Brighton are playing a home game and the boys saunter down for a 4 hour drinking and hot dog fest, leaving me with the little one, I feel so hard done by. I did have a little chuckle too at “train beer” – hope you got a little break yesterday lovely xx

    • September 12, 2016 / 10:36 am

      It’s definitely a long time, and of course every other bugger you see is with their family so you feel a bit billy no mates! Lol at the casual beer and hot dog xx

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