I Took My Kids To A Protest March, And I’d Do It Again

Of course, the Men of Twitter had something to say about it. When I posted a photo of my two boys holding their carefully hand-written signs at the Women's March on London last month, a couple of them were right on the case. 'The parents should take that kids [sic] advice and stop doing this … Continue reading I Took My Kids To A Protest March, And I’d Do It Again

New worlds, old stars and red lipstick: some advice on being a woman, for my daughter

Little girl, you sleep. I wanted a girl desperately, and you came like a song in the night. That’s a true thing - but in person you are less melodious. Squawky, hungry, passionately attached to us. You take up all your allotted space and more, and I am quietly proud of you for it. There … Continue reading New worlds, old stars and red lipstick: some advice on being a woman, for my daughter

Let it grow

This week, a surprise: my rose plant bloomed. Three, four, five pink rose heads, heavy and scented on spindly stems, unfurled themselves within a couple of days. It's 'my' rose plant because I bought it and planted it last year, but that's about where my involvement ended. We haven't even trimmed it, let alone fed … Continue reading Let it grow

It’s all coming back to me now

11pm. I'm sat in bed next to a baby I will need to wake up soon, eating a boat-sized slice of buttered toast. I don't know of any diet that recommends toast after 10pm, but I am trying to look after myself. And sometimes that looks like going to bed at 8.30, so I get … Continue reading It’s all coming back to me now

Now take a deep breath

Teddy disappears as soon as we're through the doctor's door. I keep half an eye on his white-blonde head, bobbing around the pharmacy shelves, while I sign the form and pick up my latest flavour of tablets (this week: iron! For extra energy and black poo!). They'll go on the shelf with the daily aspirin, … Continue reading Now take a deep breath

Notes from the Trenches: 9

One of my favourite things about these Notes from the Trenches posts - aside from the fact that I think a good bit of unfiltered honesty makes all of us feel a little less insane - is that when I look through my last six months of frantic text messages, I can see how much … Continue reading Notes from the Trenches: 9

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.

Don’t worry, mama: the first day of school makes you cry for a reason

So anyway, that was the first week of school. H went back on Monday. My social media feeds have been full of kids going to school for the first time (and the accompanying parental meltdowns). It brought back last September for me in a great, vivid wave; I could almost taste it: the fear and … Continue reading Don’t worry, mama: the first day of school makes you cry for a reason

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

We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to tell you this: it’s going to get better

If you are really struggling with tiny ones right now, please know this. I know you spend all your time wearing your children's snot and developing weird, Stockholm Syndrome crushes on Andy from CBeebies. I know that going to the supermarket feels like pushing a ticking bomb that will explode the first time you refuse … Continue reading We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to tell you this: it’s going to get better