I stopped writing. Well, I stopped writing here. It's incredibly egotistical to presume anyone noticed but I just thought I'd address it. It wasn't a choice or a decision really, as with so many other aspects of my life, it just sort of trickled away from me. I got jobs, lots of them. I got … Continue reading Not so single Mum
"Oh morning sickness? Aw no, have you tried ginger biscuits, sure it'll be over soon" Ok first of all............ So I got sick, really sick. The first trimester has been like an endlessly playing loop of that scene in the exorcist. It started at about week 5 as nausea, which no one blinks at really, … Continue reading Sick Sick Sick
I am behind in my Mummy homework. As if I don't have enough to already feel like I'm failing at. At some point, and I couldn't tell you exactly when, I relaxed. Beware the relaxed and chilled out Mummy, there is almost certainly something she has forgotten to do. This feeling of dread, guilt and … Continue reading Help! I stopped reading the manual
"Ok so that's a wee foot there, I'll just tuck that back in"........ WHAT! That was one of the many things that I didn't prepare myself to hear going in to the hospital. Having a baby is scary, so scary in fact that we do about 9 months of reading and googling and collecting information … Continue reading One Section at a time.
It's bedtime, she is clean (ish), in her pj's and the nightlight is twinkling stars all over the ceiling. "Can I have two stories tonight" comes the welcome sound of a kid who just loves books. I'm a total bookworm and usually have a pile somewhere of 'still to read', I have books that I … Continue reading Book smart
I was a shit mum yesterday. Well let me qualify that a bit. I was OK, but in a real and very practical way. I was just shit. I didn't really pay attention to the 400 questions she asked, I know I didn't answer most of them. I made literally the fastest, most hassle free … Continue reading Supermum
Oh God. Fuck fucking fuckity fuck. It happened. You're in school now. Right now you are sitting at a tiny table, on a tiny chair, with other peoples tiny humans. Are you happy? Do you speak up and take part or is it all happening around you? If you get too warm will you get … Continue reading A letter to my little girl
