As many of you who follow me on Instagram will know, last weekend I encountered some of the basest, most disgusting behaviour from another human being. A trip to Billie’s Saturday morning football class is one that will go down in the annals of Sims’ history for all the wrong reasons. But, almost a week on, I’m starting to realise there’s something good, no great, to come out of it too. Continue reading
I’m not sure when it happened but I know that at some point, many years ago, Christmas was about nothing else other than love, lights, laughter and lots and lots of presents. Somewhere a long the line, the shiny, sparkly stuff has faded and it’s more about sky-high anxiety levels, constant cleaning and an ever-present feeling of well, disappointment. Continue reading
NEWSFLASH: birthing a human can be a tricky business. Not only are you distracted by the what feels like 23 angry pandas doing the hokey-cokey in your uterus but you’re also putting your faith in every expert who assures you that, yes, it is possible to shove something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a grape. Continue reading
I recently found myself in a funk. I’ve written about the ups and downs of adulthood and specifically parenting for a while now and it suddenly occurred to me that I wasn’t that great on the follow through…so to speak. Continue reading
It’s been a tough month. I don’t know whether there’s been a glitch in the universe’s matrix, or whether it’s just good ol’ fashion bad luck and timing, but my soul has been groaning under the weight of it all. Continue reading
Ok – that headline sounded way better in my head and now that I’ve seen it written down, it makes me cringe but I’m running with it because you know I love a pun, even a bad one. So, yes, the #bodypositivity movement has been wonderful and I’m so inspired by the likes of Nat over on Style Me Sunday and the Body Posi Panda for everything they are doing to encourage us all to embrace our bodies. That being said, I don’t want to forget about fitness and health in all this. Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to be invited to Stockholm by Baby Bjorn. They invited myself and my family out for a few days to be part of their upcoming campaign, but also to investigate parenting the Swedish way. The Swedes, and much of Scandinavia, have long been held aloft as parental paradigms to be emulated and I was interested to get the skinny on the Scandi way of parenting. Continue reading
If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you’ll know two things:
- I’m shit at writing regularly. I’m in the process of rectifying this.
- My approach to life, every day and every way is this: just don’t be a dick…
…which is why what my daughter is doing at the moment is just not ok.
There’s nothing more terrifying that having your own worst traits staring back at you through the words, actions, facial expressions of your children. It’s inevitable, but that doesn’t make the punch in the emotional gut any less painful. It’s even harder to take when someone else has to point out that maybe, just maybe, your daughter’s behaviour is a reaction to your own crappy ways of dealing with things. Ouch. Continue reading