I’ve never understood how people complain about the stress of going on holiday, but now I do. Whilst I need to lie down with the sun on my face (who doesn’t? I’m trying to imagine someone saying; “God last thing I need… Read more →
Can you die from moving house? You can definitely get really ill. I’m sitting on my bed with a swollen face and limbs that perform movement only if really egged on. I can’t keep my eyes open for more than a few… Read more →
One thing I forgot to mention about the fall-out from my birthday party last week, is that I even lost some business because of it. The day after the party, me and five friends returned from drinking several Bloody Marys at the… Read more →
I feel like some sort of 1950’s housewife, constantly cooking different meals for everybody, a few times a day. I haven’t lived with a man since I’ve been a mum. Even with my child’s father we only lived together for four months… Read more →
I’m sitting in my old house surrounded by bin liners of belongings that didn’t make it to the new home. These are the reject belongings that I will promise to eBay but then end up in the charity shop because I can’t… Read more →
I didn’t want to go. I was made to. The thought of it was exhausting. But they made me do it. The nana and the five year old. It wasn’t fear as I knew I would be protected by gauze, netting, glass… Read more →
I’d organised the child to see her friend whilst I attended parents evening. The sproglett cried “she makes me swap my moshlings!” I didn’t feel it was the right time to explain the etiquette and childhood tradition of game cards. She has… Read more →
I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m turning into some sort of Mary Whitehouse. I’m ranting and writing letters of complaint. One was to my child’s school asking whether it was appropriate to be putting on a school disco for five… Read more →
I love weekends. There’s no pressure lolling about in our pyjamas for half the day, no rushing to school barking military orders to get out of the door and up the hill. Sometimes after dropping my five year old off at school,… Read more →
This week I’ve not been able to get out of bed. I’m not sure if it’s the cold or the amount of Night Nurse I’ve been taking. I don’t mind having a cold because I had a week off with a cold… Read more →
