Guide to packing your bag for a day out with the kids

Yesterday my husband picked up my rucksack bag just before I was due to embark on a day out with my two kids aged 5 and 1. He commented on how heavy it was. 'What the hell is in here?' he said, totally confused. I scowled, and replied, 'every item in this bag is absolutely... Continue Reading →

Me and the black dog: a journey with post-natal depression

PND. It's time to talk about it. I have it. My little friend that sits beside me. Recently, I've been getting to know it, talking to it, shouting at it, hating it, feeling ashamed of it, asking it questions and being full of rage. I think: it's not fair. My life is no worse than... Continue Reading →

My Delicious Love Affair

I'm in love. It's true. My husband knows about it, yes. It's the most efficient, productive and healthy love affair I've ever had. It's with my SLOW COOKER. Yes, ladies. If you havent got one, fucking GET ONE. On principle, I'm fiercely against 'shoulds' in parenting, but truth be told, every stay at home parent... Continue Reading →

Guess How Much I ACTUALLY Love You

Little Bess and Percy, who were going to bed, held on tight to Big Mummy's hair and clothes. They wanted to be sure that mummy was listening, because sometimes she was playing on her phone or daydreaming about a time before she had children, and sometimes she was actually asleep herself. 'Guess how much we... Continue Reading →

The Day I Held Poo

  I began to feel a rumble. That is not news. That is extremely normal for my farty, burpy peach of a ten week old baby. I continued my conversation on the phone. I felt warmth on my leg. Now, that is normally news of some sort. Sudden warmth, as all experienced mothers know, is... Continue Reading →

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