Get A Life, Not A University Place.

Maybe it’s just me, but…  I need to talk about results day.  On Thursday, hoards of rabbit-in-the-headlights teens will be opening envelopes up and down the country, which they believe will dictate their future.  To a degree those results will. No pun intended…  But I want to make a suggestion: There is more to life […]

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Hello Black Wednesday. 

Some might think that stating the obvious is a pointless task. I however believe that if you are stupid enough to trudge your kids, and one of their friends through the pouring rain and into your local zoo’s soft play on a day where Noah is on the edge of his seat, then you deserve […]

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My Dirty Little Confession…

There’s a new fad in town. It’s dirty, its fresh… it’s alfresco.  I’m a slap dash kinda girl at heart, fads fly in and out of my life. (Although that’s not strictly true of the ‘Let’s have a baby’ fad, I’m still well and truely in the midst of that fleeting idea). Hair extensions were […]

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Muma Win No.2: The Rise of the #MumBoss

If you had told me when I was knee deep in the latest baby poo explosion and still with that mornings milk reflux result on my shoulder, that in 4 years time I would have had my waffle featured regularly by the likes of Mumsnet, Selfish Mother and The Huffington Post, I would have probably poured […]

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Marriage. Whose idea was that?

If you think about it, the idea of Marriage is actually quite absurd. Meet a boy, fall in love, have adventures, lazy Sundays; Make memories. Get married, settle down, throw a Toddlermonster or 2 into the mix and before long you can barely recognise yourselves. “I really fancy you with poo on your neck, said […]

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Is it ever really possible to feel like your ‘old self’ again?

I used to be obsessed with my old self. By Old self, I am of course talking about my pre-baby days. My twenties. Those care free days when weekends were one long party, social after social. My legs were cellulite free, my stomach wasn’t bearing the scar of 2 caesareans and I could squint in […]

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