As parents, we are busy. It never ends. It is exhausting.
Busy with work, busy with kids, busy with stuff that always needs to be done around the house. We are always rushing. Always trying to get all the ‘stuff’ done. Continue reading
Congratulations! You’ve found out you’re having a baby. Fab news.
You’ve bought a couple of parenting books to read, so you know what to expect. You’re feeling confident that you can handle it all.
Well, here are some things that the baby books don’t tell you… Continue reading
How parenting changes us. You go from being a young, relatively care-free individual, to one who can now name all the characters of the Octonauts. Continue reading
Toddlers. Delightful small humans. Some days they just make your heart almost burst from so much love, other days, you want to sign up for a bulk wine home delivery service.
Welcome to the phase of parenting that will make you feel like you’re living with small, drunk, bi-polar pirates… Continue reading
You can always tell when a mum has been granted a leave pass for a night out with friends. When work schedules have miraculously worked out so there are no late meetings or events for either parents, or a babysitter has been found and confirmed, and turned up to the house.
How can you tell?
Look at the handbag. There will be a teeny tiny handbag, or a gorgeous leather bag – free of stains or marks on the outside. No wipes and nappies hanging out, no bulging water bottles or zip lock bags of fruit to be seen. The gorgeous bag is safe to be taken out – no danger of snot being wiped on it, milk drinks being spilt on it, and it doesn’t need to be big enough to double as an overnight bag. Continue reading
After a typically exasperating evening with the toddler, filled with delightful behaviour like throwing cutlery across the dinner table, narrowly missing his brother, I was fighting the urge to swear under my breath and roll my eyes.
And then I saw something that made me giggle, and realise we’re not the only one who deal with toddlers, and their delightful quirks. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I sat down at my laptop and tapped away. “Therapeutic typing” is how I referred to blogging. Some moments of time snatched away from the everyday stuff that always needs to be done, and refocused on me.
Maybe that’s where I have gone wrong. Not focusing on me. Continue reading
