Goodbye to the Kardashian clan | Cheryl Gibbs

Their long running reality TV series is finished or at least coming to an end.

After 14 years of Keeping up with the Kardashians, the family have called time on cameras following their every move and to be fair I don’t blame them in the slightest.

Fourteen years of watching them grow from young ladies into mothers, models, businesswomen and social entrepreneurs and you can love them or loathe them, but you know who they are, right? They’ve done something right…or wrong, depending on your perspective.

I’ve not watched the show for a few years, but I admit, their series really is a guilty pleasure and it’s an end of an era that’s for sure.

I definitely had my fair share of bad luck this week

It has been one of those weeks where I go to bed hoping that the next day will be better and quite frankly, it hasn’t.

The tipping point came on Tuesday evening when we went round my sister Jo’s to celebrate our niece’s birthday.

It was such a lovely afternoon, but once we decided to go home that’s when the nightmare evening commenced…

I somehow lost our patio door key and I had no idea how, but somehow I did. With little time to deliberate how or why I lost it, I could only think of a solution which was to go back round to Jo’s to grab a spare key to our front door (because inconveniently I didn’t bring a key to our front door – we have patio doors at the front of our bungalow which since having Harley we pretty much use as our front door now because it’s easy access to the car).

We drove back – a good 25-minute round trip to then find that the key we were given didn’t work.

We then realised that we had given our auntie and uncle who also live in Clanfield a front door key, but they were still round Jo’s.

We drove back round there for the third time that day and picked them up which, given that they were enjoying themselves having a few drinks, was quite an inconvenience for them. But anyway they obliged and we drove back to their house and picked our key up.

By now it’s about 9pm and Harley has been in the car seat in the car, asleep for an hour-and-a-half and started to murmur and cry a bit – I felt like the worst mother in the world.

When we tried the second front door key of the evening, we realised that the key was also on the inside which meant we couldn’t open the door, even though we finally had the right door key. We were about to smash a window when our brother-in-law opened one of our doors with some equipment.

During this time Matt had taken Harley and myself back round my auntie and uncle’s because she’s now beside herself with upset at this point – so am I.

By the time Matt came back to get us, it was 10pm and we had been trying to get in our house for three hours. The joys of motherhood and adulting!

Here we go again… rules to remind us of lockdown

Here we go again.

Just as we felt a sense of normality return, just as we started getting used to seeing each other again – meeting up for coffees and about to begin a baby group, something that new mothers and fathers everywhere have been longing for so long – the dreaded announcement from Boris came.

No more than six people are allowed to congregate anywhere.

I absolutely understand the need for it, but it doesn’t mean it’s easy either. It’s taken months to get Harley used to the sights, sounds and smells of being around people, to then go back into another form of small bubble.

We have to do what we have to do to keep safe so we’ll be sticking to the rules.