Routine. What did it mean to you before you had kids? I was all like ‘yeah I got a routine’ y’know. I go to work, I get paid. I normally go to bed. I always clean my teeth but sometimes if it’s too late or I’m too tipsy I skip washing my face (oh shuddup, […]
Judgement
Let’s talk about judging. If you are a tutter, shake your head-er, roll your eyes-er, in your head silent prosecutor or an out an out ‘guilty, your honour’ shouter then I’m talking about YOU. If you are not then have you been a victim of judgement? Have you ever had to defend your parenting choices? […]
The Buggy Stages
Today my donkey died an undignified death. My bugaboo donkey that is. It has carried and protected all three of my children at one point or another, which is at least two more infants than the original donkey (which I can only assume is the one that carried Jesus and Mary. I don’t think […]
The Post Nap Crier
If you are not familiar with the title of this blog stop reading here. This is ONLY material for those of us unfortunate enough to immediately understand the content that I am about to discuss. If you are one of those people who puts your child down to nap and they wake up gurgling, […]
Not helpful.
Question- Why did I leave my baby to cry? Short answer- So I could take a dump. Long answer- Shall I tell you something that is NOT helpful? It’s when you ask someone how to do something, only to be told a million ways how NOT to do it. For example: Q- How do I […]
My Love Letter
To my beautiful, strong, inspiring and remarkable friends, I don’t tell you as often as I should as you would assume that I was drunkenly professing love for you (again) but I totally heart you, Happy Valentines day. Here is my excuse to confess my heady, grateful love for you that will stand […]
When you have a crier
If you have a crier, first of all why are you reading this? You are on borrowed time my friend- go get yourself a coffee, have a lie down or simply enjoy the silence before it all starts again. My first born was a crier- not that I knew it at the time. Quite frankly I […]