What does it feel like not to be tired? What does it feel like to ease out of bed With a smile on your face, all set to embrace The day of unknowns that’s ahead? I only remember the joltings From my sleep at “you’re kidding” AM; For dummies, or milk, or things of… Continue reading Parenting
If you can keep your head when all around you Are losing shoes and complaining about it to you, If you can trust yourself not to swear when you tread on lego, (Although inwardly you’re effing and jeffing too;) If you can play peekaboo and not be bored out of your mind, Or when they’re… Continue reading If
I have an amazing mum. I’d say she’s the best. You might disagree, having another candidate to nominate for that title. But let’s not quibble. My mum is brilliant. I never remember not thinking she was brilliant, but I’ve never appreciated her more than I do now I’m a mum myself. I get it now.… Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day, Mum. I Get It Now.
We’re two days into the school runs of a new half term, and already I am feeling, well, pissed off, frankly. And having exchanged a number of empathetic glances/sighs/expletives with my school run compadres as I mum-run along towards the closing-because-we’re-late gate with small people, buggies, book-bags, change bags and assorted paraphernalia, I conclude that… Continue reading The School Run – the Inevitable Truths.
When you’re going to have a baby, The whole world has advice. They’re all clamouring to pass it on And they think they’re being nice. But people don’t tell you the real stuff They don’t want to be uncouth. So I’m going to enlighten you; It’s time you knew the truth. To… Continue reading Stuff That No One Tells You
Valentine’s day sucks because it is profoundly depressing. Adults buying other adults cuddly toys and heart-shaped tat is depressing. Making a half-arsed effort to tell the person who puts up with your crap and loves you all year long that you love them, in someone else’s words, on this one day, because you walked past… Continue reading Valentine’s day is rubbish. Here’s why…
So, mum friends are amazing; that is a given. From pregnancy piles to sleep-deprived suffering, they get it. If you want to talk nappy-explosions, mastitis or weaning, bemoan your stubborn mum-tummy or ask advice about the tantruming threenager, these are your women. But every now and then it’s great to spend time with someone who… Continue reading Why Every Mum Needs a Child-free Friend.