10 jobs I could nail thanks to my 5 years Muma experience

1) Waitress – think Wimpy, not La Gavroche. 2) Uber cab driver, USP: Providing a 3 course meal whilst in transit. Will that be the crusts off marmite on white or the mini chedder’s sir? 3) Hostage negotiator: If I can talk a Toddler in arsehole mode down from throwing a cold cup of coffee […]

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How to not be a moaning twat.

Moaners; I don’t mind them. Everyone enjoys a good moan, lets be honest. But the trick is to mix it up. Keep the moan fresh people. What leaves me wanting to poke eyes out are those crapper-oners that crap on and on and on and on about the same issues not just for weeks or […]

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Have you decided?

Untangling the web of words between the two camps has been harder than untangling my daughter’s hair on swimming night: Frustrating and time consuming, requiring a saint like amount of patience.

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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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The guilty (professional) Muma

As many of you already know: I am a stay at home Mum. I think that phrase is a bit naff, but it does what it says on the tin (although I am allowed out occasionally…). I used to have a career outside of our home. But now we have 2 little girls, my career […]

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