The day’s of ‘hard’.

Teething bubba’s, working, studying and just general adulting can be really hard when you’re a parent.

My need for social encounters has more than halved, now that an outting now requires me to take pretty much half the house I catch myself finding quite a few excuses to stay home as often as I can.

Sometimes I can’t be bothered having a shower or changing our boys clothes at night before bed, sometimes, even though I’m trying to change my lifestyle for the better, body mind and soul, I catch myself with barely enough energy to get me through the day.

Sometimes I find myself thinking “who the F#+@ is meant to look after me?” Who’s going to do my washing, my dishes, let me sleep in, cook my dinner, fold my washing,  put my washing away and the list goes on. But I know I sound so ungrateful, I’m not I assure you. Mostly I count my fortunes, after all, I’m a stay at home mum who has an incredible partner who works for his son and I so I can stay at home and raise our boy and follow my dreams of studying and starting a small business.

But holy moly, mama, your amazing. And it’s okay to let it overwhelm you, just for a short while.

All the love and support,

The Three Bears NZ.

Have you ever? (Poem)

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Blinded charade, lost in translation, seeping through the depths like a transmuted guide.

Goodness, radiating through the caverns of my mind.

Step back, realize, unity.

This journey, powered by the human mind, so fickle. Lest we forget, nature: mother gaia.

Travel through the gaps in our society; individuality.

We will not be controlled.

Sleepless nights.

The one thing that truly gets to me. I love my boy with all I have to give and more, but bite into my sleep and I begin to lose my sanity!

The sleepless nights has by far been the hardest thing about becoming a new mother, and I know it’s not just me! When mothers of babies that take a long time to sleep through here about your child who slept through from week 2 we can’t help but be a little envious! Tell me your secret!

No but seriously, it’s hard. You learn to function off small increments of sleep, and on those occasions you do get lucky enough to have over 5 hours you wake up wondering if your child is still breathing!

I’m still adjusting to my new found motherhood, 4 months later, and learning to enjoy the nights I can sleep through!

All the love and support,

The Three Bears NZ.

My moon and my stars.

My own version of golden warmth, times such as this stands still. I realize not that it’s a moment fleeting.

Keeping myself in line #1

I am writing this as my day progresses in a diary like format.

Now I realize that I seem to complain about sleep a lot, and I do and will probably continue to do so! I’m one of these unfortunate buggers that simply can’t cope without a certain amount of shut eye. I really am the definition of a “Mombie” most days at this point in time. BUT unfortunately for me I made it public that I would now post about my food intake daily; who’s idea was that?!

This morning I managed a bowl of coconut muesli, oat milk, natural yogurt and a smoothie. The smoothie was unsuccessful as my kale to everything else in the damn smoothie ratio was totally off and resulted in tasting like the paddock of uncle Charlie’s pet bull Henry.


My son has his first hearing test so in our hectic rush trying to get him fed, changed and dressed, I managed to quickly grab some organic rice crackers and a tapenade dip I made last night with some almonds. We managed to furiously eat in the car without getting too much food on our laps.

We have indulged on some sushi; I regret nothing.

We are ended our evening with a lovely dinner cooked by a close friend; spelt pasta bake with beautiful home grown vegetables, mince and various other healthy ingredients. A dairy free version was offered and an Asian styled salad.

All in all, one of my better days as I snacked on almonds or raw bliss balls in between meals. Perhaps I will start taking photos instead of writing a novel..

Tomorrow brings a new morning and whole new beautiful world! And I’m super excited for yoga! Yay!

The Three Bears NZ

Love Thyself.

I’ve been struggling to look after myself ‘properly’ ever since Torben entered this world. I promised myself a walk a day, to exclude dairy from my diet and to attempt earlier nights. I know it does no one any good, specifically myself, to beat myself up over empty promises. But I can’t help but feel disappointed in myself.

A friend of mine and I have signed up for beginners yoga and I am enthralled that it’s one thing I certainly can’t or won’t make excuses to get out of. The dog ate my yoga pants just won’t cut it.

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Vegetable breakfast bowl with grilled haloumi + turmeric yogurt and homemade basil pesto.

I am a qualified chef so I absolutely love food and cooking; it’s one of my passions. Since becoming a mother I find myself having only moments of being absolutely adamant about my strict diet, the other half I resort to ‘I’m too tired to cook, let’s get pizza with all of the extra mozzarella’. If i’m going to have bad food, i might as well have all of the bad food. That’s logic, right?

When I do have the energy to make a healthy meal I love cooking and using clean, green and as much organic ingredients as I can! It brings me a lot of joy to feed myself and those that I love. So why can’t I be consistent at the moment?

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Bulgar wheat with basil + cherry tomatoes + cashews + olives + goat’s milk feta and apple cider vinegar dressing.

For me, it all boils down to how tired I am on any given day, which at the moment seems to be all of the time; it’s just one annoying cycle.

  1. I’m tired because I don’t get to bed early or take advantage of the sleep that is available to me.
  2. I don’t get to bed early enough because I’m trying to clean the house so I don’t wake up to a mess.
  3. I clean the house so I don’t wake up to a mess because I want to have time to cook a healthy breakfast, lunch and dinner.
  4. But I wake up the next morning tired. 

And thus the cycle starts again!

However, I have an idea to keep myself in check and to finally break the cycle!

  1. I will post a recipe, photo or ‘food diary’ each day!
  2. I must have a class on the go at any given time that I am able to do whilst recovering from my c-section.

I don’t plan on counting calories and weighing myself, that’s not my reason for any of this. I want to be a healthier, happier me. I want to be able to chase my little bear cub around and not feel like Harry Heartattack!

Does anyone else have this problem? Leave your story in the comments!

All of the love and support,

The Three Bears NZ.