It’s alright, don’t worry: I’m just going through a phase

I'm here! (This is me breaking the log-jam that is two weeks without writing a word, by writing anything. Here's the anything.) Everyone tells you that children go through phases, and from my vast sample size of two, I can tell you that it's true. I mean, I don't know how useful it is to … Continue reading It’s alright, don’t worry: I’m just going through a phase

The week in stuff

  I don't know if I'll do these regularly or even if I'll keep the name: I'm just reading/watching/listening to quite a bit at the minute and like talking about it. And I LOVE other people's weekly round-ups, so here's mine.  Nearly the end of April. Yikes. I spent the past week solo parenting while … Continue reading The week in stuff

Let’s kick our inner smug mums to the kerb this summer

Some rambly first-draft thoughts I have been mulling over. Let me know what you think.  Let's talk about Utah. Let's talk about Utah and mothers being real. Not that the two are connected, particularly - or perhaps they are, but I'm not someone qualified to talk about it. I mean that, while we spent a … Continue reading Let’s kick our inner smug mums to the kerb this summer

Notes from the Trenches: 8

Do you know what? My Instagram lies. Well, not totally, not properly...the same way Facebook isn't properly evading corporation tax and I didn't entirely eat an jumbo-bag of Mini Eggs whilst gawping at Tom Hiddlestone on the TV last night. It's just that my Instagram feed shows our best bits, and when it includes our … Continue reading Notes from the Trenches: 8

This Is Where We Are: a letter to my sons on Mother’s Day (5)

Every year on Mother's Day, I write about how I mother my babies day-to-day. I think they might like to know how the little things felt, as well as the big ones. Here goes the fifth (late again - will this become part of the tradition? Yes). Dear Future Versions of Henry and Teddy, This … Continue reading This Is Where We Are: a letter to my sons on Mother’s Day (5)

Anyone who says their two-year-old wasn’t a tiny insane tyrant is lying

Dear toddler parent hanging on by skin of teeth: Anyone who says their two-year-old wasn't a tiny insane tyrant is lying. Let me say that again. ANYONE WHO SAYS THEIR TWO-YEAR-OLD WASN'T A TINY INSANE TYRANT IS LYING. Alright, toddler parent, just let me put you on hold while I talk to whoever's now offended. … Continue reading Anyone who says their two-year-old wasn’t a tiny insane tyrant is lying

Just take the damn nap

My littlest goes to sleep with a fluffy cat and dog, one under each arm. And his Own Thomas train (I still don't know which one this is), and a rubber killer whale, and usually a giant plastic crane, which he talks to for forty minutes before dropping off. I don't need such elaborate sleeping … Continue reading Just take the damn nap

What it’s like

Maybe there's something about having a houseful of people in their twenties, long before they start thinking about kids, that makes you concentrate on all the things you can't do now you have children. (Like staying in bed beyond 7am. Like popping out to the cinema spontaneously. Like, I don't know, eating a meal and … Continue reading What it’s like

When motherhood means impersonating furniture

Our heating chugs into life at 5.30am. The whole house groans and shifts, boiling water trickling into radiators and pushing out hisses of warm air. Getting ready for us all to wake up with our alarms an hour later, even though in this darkest winter month the sun won't rise until nearly eight o' clock. … Continue reading When motherhood means impersonating furniture

Five messages to give your tiny introvert

When was the last time you read an article extolling the writer's love for fuzzy socks and a good book over a loud party? About two-and-a-half minutes ago, right? They're everywhere. Susan Cain's Quiet seems to have kicked off the season of the introvert. It feels like it's suddenly quite hip to sit for a while … Continue reading Five messages to give your tiny introvert