Doc McStuffins Pet Vet Twitter Party! #DocMcStuffins

So, here we are in October of all months. This month is a special one. We have a huge Halloween party coming up! But also we are hosting a Doc Mcstuffins Pet Vet Party!!!


On the 15th of October we will being having guests galore, games and a lot of dancing. Please remember to head over to twitter on the 15th of October at 1pm to tweet along with the hashtag #DocMcstuffins to watch the madness unfold and to win some pet vet prizes of your own!

Dont forget to follow @UKMumsTV and me @thehazelkey AND use the Hashtag #DocMcStuffins

I will see you there ūüėČ

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Online Friends ARE NOT REAL

This is a post I have been thinking about for a while.

Having a blog online has opened up many things for my family and me. One of the biggest things is friendship. 

My facebook contains mainly people I know online, with only a handful of friends from school.

And I like it that way. Those people get me. I chose those people to see into our lives that little bit more.

A few months ago, some totally narrow-minded fool made the idiotic comment on how my online friends were not real.

They couldn’t possibly be my friends. They don’t care. They are not real. They are not who they say they are.

To that I say, BULLSh*t

Most of the “fake people” I talk to online I have met. I have spent real time with.

In fact, my best most closest friend in the world is someone I met online.

Her family have become a part of mine. We go on trips and visit each other. We talk all day long on facetime. We have the oddest in-jokes known to man. Yes we fight and we disagree but when push comes to shove, we’re family.

I am lucky enough to call some fabulous bloggers my friends. They are supportive, they listen, they care and they can take the world by storm if they need to.

They are people you feel honored to have on your side.  People who have your back when the poo hits the proverbial fan.

I have seen these “fake people” change lives.

Yes, there are some crazy people online who pretend to be someone else, but you can usually pick out those oddballs pretty fast.

I think these friendships formed online are becoming more and more prominent. The internet connects you with people who many not have otherwise known, and that is amazing.

So to anyone who doubts the connections made online are real or important. I feel for you. Being so cut off and cynical must be horrid.

Because me and my best friend do all sorts of awesome…

me and erika






Smells And All – Marriage

When you get married, you forget about just what you are agreeing to in all the excitement.

It’s all about dresses and loving each other in this fairytale life you imagine.

The day is amazing, the gifts are amazing, the party is amazing.

Five years later and you are sat with your marriage certificate looking for some fine print that states they must wash at least once a day.

I mean come on.

Not one person told me I would have to deal with all the smells he throws my way.

Am I meant to do it with a smile on my face?!

Can I tell him to open a window, or does the marriage thing mean I just have to cover my nose and power through?

There should be a clause or some clear guidelines in those vows.

Whether you married a nose picker or a finger sniffer, you just have to grin and bear it.

Thems the rules!

Stinky feet, sweaty pits and closed in farts. You just have to deal with it.

You have to sniff on through it, all the time still loving them.

So we do it, stink and all.

Because that’s what love is. Right?!



I Want Another Baby

Let me start by saying, I already know how this post will end.

I just hope I am not alone in getting to that ending.

The girls are growing so fast. I know its a total cliche, but they really do grow up before your very eyes. 

I can still remember leaving the hospital with Liv and feeling like my undercarriage was falling out.

I can still remember holding them both in my arms for the very first time. The way they smelt and looked so perfect and innocent.

My girls.

But now they are 3 and 6. Now they don’t lie still, they don’t love cuddles, they don’t like to be sniffed and snuggled.


Now they like to make noise, create chaos and make their presence very well known.

Don’t get me wrong, I love how they are now. But part of me misses those little babies.¬†

Part of me knows I can have one. I have all the right parts still. Just a little, well, looser?

I could just completely shake up our normal and do it all again.

I really could.

But I can’t.

I know the effects it would have on my MS, which in turn affects the whole family. I would be even less normal than I am now.

I couldn’t face the endless nights awake and I couldn’t let Ben do it all alone. My poor husband has enough to deal with.

I couldn’t suddenly stop all my medication and expect to be okay. And I couldn’t spend as much time going to appointments as I do now with a baby in tow.

As much as every part of me wants just one more. 

Equally those parts don’t.

It just wouldn’t work.

So yeah. I do want another baby. But I also couldn’t think of anything more debilitating to do to this family.

We will have to stay this way…



Why I Stopped Writing

This blog has been pretty quiet for some time.

As far as personal posts go.

And I don’t have any real explanations for this because I just don’t know.

I lost my voice. For so many reasons.

I wanted to shut the computer and forget I had put my life out online.

I went to memory classes to try and get my voice back.


I didn’t feel it, I couldn’t feel it.¬†

As far as my MS goes, it’s a lot slower with my Tysabri. But it is still progressing more. Slowly taking little things without me even noticing.

I felt like no one cared what I had to say.

Who am I anyway?

Who am I so sit and type out my life online?

I’m boring.

Then I worried about my content.

I have multiple sclerosis. And I am not shy about it. I want to talk about it.

Not for sympathy.

Not for people to feel sorry for me, I hate that.

But for the people like me, who feel alone. Who feel like they are abnormal.




I started this to help people like me. People who have a future but have no idea how it will pan out.

We can’t make plans, we can’t have dreams.

Both of these are normally dashed at the last minute.

So we live day to day.

We sit quietly and get on with the pain. Desperate to know we are not alone. 

I started this to make more people aware of MS and what it’s like to live a life with a degenerative¬†disease.

It might not be glamorous.

It’s certainly not easy, but normal people, people like you, need to know.

You might have a friend with MS who is perfectly fine. And that is fabulous. But for most that is not reality.

We might tell you we are fine. But that is because we don’t want to bore you with todays list of symptoms.

Or a new fear that has resurfaced.

We just carry on.

I stopped writing through fear.

Fear of the disease.

Fear of people thinking I want sympathy.

Fear of people judging me

Fear of people just not caring.

Fear of waking up tomorrow having not made the most of yesterday.

But I can’t live in fear anymore.

I want to write.

I want to vlog.

I want to document our lives so my kids can read back and see I loved them. See what I was going through when I was singing nursery rhymes or playing tag.

To give them strength and hope.

I need to stand up and stop living in fear. I need to live for the now.

So if I should wake up tomorrow with the loss of my legs or arms, I can know I lived the hell out of the life I was given.

So there you have it…