So here I am, just back from a trip to Namibia. One of my friends got married there so what better excuse to do a little nice travel to a beautiful country I had never been to before? It was amazing but unfortunately from my family´s side I did go alone, for C it was more difficult to take off work and we thought the trip might have been a bit too hardcore travel for the bichin yet. CONTINUE READING
Remember that time when you went to work all dressed up and looking fab? That time when you took a shower in the morning before work, blow-dried your hair, tweaked your hair a bit more with the straightener, put on some make-up, had breakfast and left for the office. High heels, awesome dress with pencil skirt, prepared and ready to rock the day.
There has been quite a lot written online about the lady that had to dump 500oz of breast milk at Heathrow Airport because she wanted to bring it in her carry-on (If you haven´t heard about it yet, check this article on BBC). When I first read about I didn´t realise how much 500oz exactly is but after a quick converter I saw it was almost 15 liters. 15 freaking liters of breast milk! Dumped in the trash! That´s a whole lot of pumping.
On Friday I was working from home but C had the day off due to a local bank holiday. At some point he took the bichin out for a walk and when he came back he told me how two older ladies came to him to compliment him with the amazing thing he was doing. So I asked him what amazing thing he was doing to attract the attention of random ladies on the street.
Last week me and my sisters went to get a small tattoo, something we have talked about for years but never really put into action and now that life recently gave us another sign that it can be over before you know it we decided to go for it. Although I am super happy with the result I did have a small (understatement) eye-opener in the tattoo shop when we were trying to decide where to put it.