The mental load

This mental load though….

It’s bigger than my f*cking washing pile.

At one point i was JUST about managing.
Just. Very nearly.

And then came the Christmas play. And the spelling test.and odd sock day. And send £3 for a calendar. And don’t forget upcoming birthday presents. What about RSVPing.. You MUST do that!
Did you forget Christmas jumper day!?
Are the school uniforms clean?
Did i change the washing over?
Dont forget your covering an extra shift!
What about the childcare have you thought about that?
Did anyone sign oscars homework book?
Need to call the dieticians.
And the dentist. Shit!

And thats when Thursday evening hit me like the sack of shit it is. My partners doing overtime tomorrow, i forgot…no idea how or why i would forget i mean….. I have nothing else to remember. But subsequently my 8am start at work clashes heavily with my now, school run.

So i call my mom.. Because thats what we do when things get tough and… I’ve already called on her for numerous things this week and she said “is your head just full of air at the moment or what?”

And i said “no its just i have SO much to remember and WHY IS IT MY JOB TO SORT CHILDCARE WHEN THERES OVERTIME?! “

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and that my friends is the straw that broke the already crawling, through thick mud, donkeys back.

AND IF YOU WANT TO ADVISE ME TO GET A CALENDAR OR SOMETHING. dont. I’m past helping 😂👍

The ruddy elf….

Too all of you putting that ruddy Elf out tonight…….

All giddy and excitable,

There’s still time to change your mind 👀

No amount of Facebook posts, pinterest boards and tiktoks will prepare you for the one night you forget and have to peel yourself from the warmth of your bed, to go and find the little swine, and make some kind of mess that YOU will then have to clean up again later.

You were warned… 😂

(p.s please note the lightheartedness, its all fun)
🎄🌟🎉✨❤️

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A happy Christmas 🎄

🌟YOU DON’T NEED MATCHING PYJAMAS TO BE HAPPY.

⭐YOU DONT NEED AN INSTA PIC WITH SANTA TO HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS

🌟YOU DON’T NEED A CHRISTMAS EVE BOX TO BE A GREAT PARENT.

⭐YOU DONT NEED VARIOUS CHRISTMAS TRIPS TO HAVE FUN.

🌟CHRISTMAS FILMS DONT NEED TO BE ON A MASSIVE TELE IN A TIDY ROOM.

⭐YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE A CHEESE BOARD.

🌟YOU DON’T NEED CHOCOLATE BOMBS.

⭐YOU DON’T NEED A COLOR COORDINATED TREE.

🌟YOU DON’T NEED TO BIN THE TINSEL.

⭐YOU DON’T NEED A MASS OF PRESENTS UNDER THE TREE

🌟YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO CHANGE OUT OF YOUR MISMATCH GRAVY STAINED PYJAMAS.

❤️YOUR CHRISTMAS IS YOUR CHRISTMAS, STOP LETTING SOCIAL MEDIA MAKE YOU THINK YOU HAVEN’T GOT IT ALL.❤️🎄☃️

AND MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM ME & MINE The Dempsey Diaries ❤️🌨️🤶🎅

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A night off from being mom and dad.

You kinda lose it don’t you? As much as you both don’t wanna admit it.. As much as your family is everything you longed for.

The family days out are amazing and you’d never want to give up this life but…. You do miss the fun or a spontaneous date,
Not worrying about a little person walking in on you getting frisky,
How energised and great your body felt pre – family life..
Pulling different kind of all nighters.

Now there’s swimming lessons and packed lunches and getting the last minute school uniform done..
Night feeds and bickering about who’s more tired.

You wouldn’t change it.
But i think it’s massively important that to keep the spark, you need to find yourselves again.
Get a babysitter. Have a wild night. Get blind drunk and pretend you’re on a dodgy video… (you know)
Hold hands and be the couple you were when you first started dating,
You’re better parents when you’re a solid, happy couple
And although you will lose it, you definitely gotta find it again. ♥️

Weight < worth.

Yesterday was the first time I’ve not felt confident in what feels like my whole life.
I have always been-FAIRLY petit.
I’ve always been confident with or without my clothes on,
I mean you wouldn’t catch me walking round aldi in the noddy like, but I’ve never been ashamed or uncomfortable.

There’s so many girls 10x my size who i idolise, i think they look amazing, their confidence shines through and their outfits look perfect on them.

I, like many have gained some lockdown pounds and they’re not the kinda pounds i wanted ha- Yesterday i just felt really.. Crap.
And i just need some help in how the hell to dress?
Because i felt a shadow of myself, i walked past so many full length mirrors and hated what i saw, found myself trying to cover up and breathe in..
I bought a top and had to get changed in the toilets, because when you’ve lived for so long in a body, and it changes it is REALLY hard to navigate what to wear – especially in a climate where we can’t even try clothes on in store. It’s my birthday next month and no matter what size or shape i am, i want to be back to my confident radiant BAD BITCH self SO can anyone help me with what on earth clothes i can wear to flatter my, rather round,self 🙂

because at the end of the day, there is NOTHING in this world worth giving up pasta for.

#weight #weightgain #bodyconfidence #confident #chubby #slimmingworld #size14 #clothesshopping

Broody Hell

I’m not sure what in the holy hell is going on- every inch of my body is screaming with exhaustion- I’m shovelling junk food in every thirty seconds to help with stress,

Every second of sun reminds me of my pregnancies, swollen cankles, the heartburn and torn apart vag!

My children are behaving like animals who need soddin’ muzzles,
Every single thing is an argument, and i am WADING through the washing piles, and cheap tacky magazine toys,

So why WHYYYY WHYY LORD have i just looked at a picture of a tiny little baby and thought, aw… I want one?

Like bitch the fuck you don’t! We nearrrrrrrrly there. We nearly at sleep through stage. We neaaaaarly at not paying for nursery stage. I’m nearly kissing goodbye to mamia nappies forever. WHAT THE HELL- why is it when the youngest approach two, we suddenly get the broody hormones kick in. NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO!!

I cleaned URINALS.

Around 3 years ago, i had a nearly two year old-I’d not long been made redundant from my hairdressing job of years – on CHRISTMAS EVE.

Life was… Well.. Abit scary.
I landed a job as a cleaner in a local department store, i LITERALLY scrubbed floors.
I got up at the crack of dawn to hoover their rugs, buff and sweep – and the absolute worst…THE HOURLY CLEAN OF THE TOILETS which FYI some people are absolutely GRUBBY😱.

For people who like cleaning, it was a job, but for me-someone who thrived off conversations and interaction – it was sh*t. I FELT ABSOLUTELY NO SATISFACTION CLEANING MENS URINALS. EW.

I never could see where i was going to get-i felt people looked at me like i was JUST that cleaner. Just get the cleaner to do it, just call her on the tanoy, she’ll do it.

Nearly 3 years on- i never would have guessed that I’d be walking straight past that department store to the local Waterstones to see MY OWN BOOKS.

Never would i have thought that I’d ever have that chance, that i would ever be so lucky.

I am incredibly lucky, humbled, but most of all, i am SO SO AWARE that i wouldn’t ever of been here without people who believed and had visions for me-this wasn’t off my own back, this was people who TRULY BELIEVED in me, when i barely believed in myself.

I am forever grateful to you all.
Thankyou ❤️

How did I get successful?

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀.

I just wasn’t that ‘A’ grade student – IN ANYTHING.(except on my CV… Sorry, not sorry😂🤓)

I finished school, year 11.No ambition to stay on, in fact… No REAL ambition at all.
I wasn’t all that good at much? Y’know. Even the things i tried hard at, i was MEDIOCRE at best.
I didn’t know what i wanted to do with my adult life, all i knew was the things i enjoyed, i was just not as good at, as everyone else.
I skipped from job to job taking the qualifications with me time after time,

👍Puppeteer,
👍nursery nurse,
👍 hairdresser,
👍cleaner,
👍pharmacy assistant,
👍ward clerk
to name just a few.

When i finally decided that it doesn’t matter if you’re not the best,
It doesn’t matter if other people think it’s silly,
And it REALLY DOESN’T MATTER if it doesn’t work out.. But to just do whatever you wanna do REGARDLESS.

That’s when i made my books. They’re not perfect, but they’re all done by me.
The drawings, the writing, shit there’s even probably some spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. But i tried, my absolute best.
I had to do things I’ve never done before, like format and find the right colour settings for printing and basically just… Try hard.

And for the first time in my life, other than having my children, i feel like I’ve really accomplished something, that i can be proud of myself for.
So without further ado,

My books, available to preorder……. IN Waterstones 🎉❤️🍾🥺 FOR ONCE… IT DIDN’T MATTER THAT I WASN’T THE BEST.

And if anyones reading this with a ✨twinkly idea 💡✨ in their head. THEN DO IT.

https://www.waterstones.com/books/search/term/bethany+dempsey

We are NOT kardashian



you know, for quite some time i assessed every picture i posted.

I added filters and even sent them to friends for what would be THE BEST picture to post.

My pictures included, full makeup, push up bra and plenty of breathing in.

When my 4year old was first born, i kept up these appearances, hair extentions, tight skirts, full face.

But more recently in an aim to be more relatable-and… Really just give a more honest approach of life as a mother, I’ve been posting the FIRST picture i take… Without the makeup, without the hair. With my gut looking just like guts look.
And honestly… Its freeing, it’s like a strange weight has been lifted.

And people still love me, people still like my posts, people still comment.

And i see the girls, working hard to keep these appearances up, scared to be something that doesn’t look like what we see on the Internet,
but I’m urging you, if like me your keeping up appearances – we ARE NOT Kardashians.

We don’t have to be scared of our ulfiltered, unmodified, selves.

TRY IT, SEE HOW YOU FEEL ❤️

24 7

It’s 24/7
It doesn’t matter if you’re poorly, exhausted or have had the day from hell.

Parenting doesn’t have a break, you can be at breaking point and your children get a sickness bug and Blam… No rest for you.

It doesn’t matter if its your anniversary dinner or your once in a lifetime trip.
If the babies sick, the baby is sick.
If your toddler wants mama, then mamas gonna be there.

It doesn’t matter if you have a job you just need to do.
Or something really quick to pop too..

Cos being a mom comes first, and that’s the unforgiving part of parenting, that when you’re on your knees and can’t give any more you still have too.

Parenting is hard. Being a mama is hard.
And we’re conditioned when we’re thrown into this right after their birth, usually hours of pure effort and pain, sometimes trauma, sleep deprived and thats when we’re handed our little human.. At one of the hardest most pinnacle points of our life..

We are so amazing but.. Wow its hard isn’t it?!