Angry mummy: Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Tim is away for a fortnight. It's the longest he's ever been gone. The night before he went, I admitted I was nervous. 'It's not that I can't handle it', I told him. 'I can. We will be fine. It's just I've never done solo parenting for so long with two children AND a pregnancy. … Continue reading Angry mummy: Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Angry mummy: everything’s not lost

This is the third post I've written about trying not to be a short-fuse parent. Here are numbers one and two. It's, um, an ongoing series.  You haven't lost if you start to laugh halfway through the telling-off. ('Lost'? Setting boundaries isn't a wrestling match between you and your toddler, self.) This is what I … Continue reading Angry mummy: everything’s not lost

This one goes out to all the breastfeeding losers

Do you know, the day my body gave up its milk, four days after deciding to stop breastfeeding Teddy, I felt cleansed. I didn't say that to anyone, except Tim. I was ashamed of it. It's not how you're supposed to feel. But I did. Without my inadequate little supply of milk, I was free. … Continue reading This one goes out to all the breastfeeding losers