There are few ideas I’ve had that are worse than deciding to take both kids swimming by myself. Choosing to neck a jar of pickled onions during a serious case of the midnight munchies and proceeding to puke them up all night comes in a close second, along with convincing two mates to do three tequila shots before our first spin class, but swimming with the kids is definitely, definitely, the worst. Continue reading
Wake up to the dulcet sounds of the youngest one screaming for ‘milky’. I have two options:
a) get up, get milk, heat milk, give milk and resume sleep
b) ignore her and hope she’s tired enough to give in before she wakes her sister up
There is of course secret option C: kick Jimmy and tell him it’s his turn because I’ve already been up with her twice. That’s not true but he sleeps so deeply he’ll never know.
I go with option A. Path of least resistance and all that… Continue reading
After a month of Jimmy touring almost constantly, I was ready for a break. Four weeks of running the show had left me emotionally and physically drained. That’s just how I am. I’m fiercely protective of my emotional needs not because I’m selfish but because it doesn’t end well if I just keep going. I needed some space and some time alone. I need quiet (as opposed to my constant life soundtrack of ‘Mamaaaa’ plus screaming plus Paw Patrol), I needed to not be touched almost every minute of the day and I needed to know that I could sleep through the night with zero chance of being required to whip up midnight milk snacks or share my bed with a small but illogically sharp and pointy 4 year old. Continue reading
This week my daughter started school. She’s the eldest so it’s been a case of popping my cherry when it comes to this particular milestone and you never really know how you’re going to feel about it until it happens. I thought there might be tears – me not her – but when it came to it, I was dry eyed. The absence of tears wasn’t because I wasn’t emotional, or because I was doing a happy dance at my freedom every weekday between the hours of 9am and 3pm, but because I was excited. Continue reading
I’ve spoken honestly and openly about my struggles with mental health. Neither my depression nor my anxiety are severe, but they have been ‘bad’ enough to severely impact on my life at certain points. It’s hard to know why I feel the pressure of life so keenly – I’m highly competitive, ambitious and was encouraged to be a high-achiever my whole life (second was first loser in my childhood home) – but most days I get to the end feeling like I’ve fallen short. Continue reading
Thanks to my eldest daughter, I’ve become very acquainted with The Greatest Showman. It’s a great film – it shits all over Frozen – but after 1,438 times of seeing it, it could be declared the best film of all time in any universe by the film gods and you’d still spoon your eyeballs out to stop yourself having to sit through it one more time. The fact that my daughter has ruined it for me aside, it did make me realise one important thing. Continue reading
Anyone else struggling with the childcare/work juggle? Anyone? Anyone? Of course you are. Whether you run a corporation, a blog, a small business or a household, getting time to yourself to manage the admin is not easy. Building a business from your kitchen table sounds idyllic but in reality, by the time you’ve cleared away the breakfast plates, scraped the Weetabix of the table with a pneumatic drill and tried to create a space conducive to getting shit done…you’re exhausted. Continue reading
Recently, Instagram has felt less like ‘the kind platform’ and more like ‘the hunger games platform’. Here’s a list of accounts that should warm the social cockles of even the angriest of ‘grammers. Enjoy. Continue reading
It’s been a rough couple of weeks but as I promised, I am using that experience to really think about how I can be more socially conscious and how I can help. I’ve got a platform, it’s not a massive one but it’s there and it has the power to do some good. I know there’s a lot of debate around the role of ‘influencers’ and the service they offer brands and their followers and this is not a blog that’s about to unpick THAT particular bees nest but I think there’s a fairly easy way for influencers to do some good.
Recently, in the New York Times, Diksha Basu, commented that motherhood was in need of a rebrand saying that the trend, led by social media, was to sell motherhood to the masses as the ultimate sacrifice. “It’s no wonder that most of my friends have chosen not to have children and women are embracing the term “child-free” as if they are free of an illness,” Basu writes. “We already don’t get paid maternity leave, and child care and health care are expensive, there’s little state help, and now we’re telling each other that motherhood is pretty awful anyway?” Continue reading