Three and a bit years ago my world changed when I had my first child, the image of that yummy mummy I had envisioned in my head for so long never materialised, instead here stands a mostly sleep deprived, dishevelled, anxious looking individual who sometimes managed a smile but always has cakes in the house. You see, baking really does save my sanity. The process of mixing, whipping and beating, followed by watching something take shape in the oven, then the smells that fill the house as something cools on the worktop make me breathe again. As a toddler careers down the hall chasing an imaginary dinosaur with a giant digger and his teething baby sister gets irate because she cant join in, I take time out to bake. This blog is just a space for me to write down some of the daily antics of me and my brood, most of you will all be familiar with, to hopefully show you that humour is always the best medicine and that sometimes you need to laugh out loud to put things in perspective.