The beast gnaws at my leg and I am having a little cry at check-in. I give him another mentos and take a deep breath. It’s day 2 of no sleep and the second leg of our journey. I secretly hope for a sudden bout of deep vein thrombosis so I don’t have to do it.Read More
There is a 6 year old girl I know, Leah, who is articulate, bright, kind and hilarious. She is a ray of sunshine and the life of the party. She is also taller and a bit bigger than the other girls in her class.Read More
My babies are almost 2 and 4 but my brain is still a big, fat idiot. When does baby brain end?
I’m so bloody sick of my iPad/phone/wallet/coffee flying off the roof of the car. Or making appointments and forgetting them or turning up at the wrong place. Or forgetting the most basic of words. I can’t spell anymore. I can’t remember why WW2 started. I just looked it up so don’t jump in. POLAND.
But I still can’t remember what day it is.
I’m so sick of losing shit. I put my prescriptions, bills to pay, passport and to do lists in such weird places. Never to be found again. I’m over looking for stuff I have put in a ‘safe place’
I know, I know, juggling kids and a job and a household and occasionally a life is tough, but why do I have no brain cells left? Did I push them out with all the other stuff? Are they gone forever?
Losing brain cells is no fun when you haven’t had an awesome night to show for it.
I 'spose I have awesome kids to show for it... But
BRAIN, I WANT YOU BACK!
How to run away from home without looking like a SHITTY MUM.
Ever since I boarded the motherhood train, with all its huge highs and guilty lows, the joy, the sacrifice and the laugh that turns into a cry, I’ve harbored a secret fantasy.Read More
I am dropping the F Bomb like crazy and I’m a better mum for it.Read More