PMT and PMS has long been the subject of debate amongst women, medical professionals and certain brave men. There has been a lot of research into PMT/PMS (the terms are interchangeable) with little solid evidence to provide an acceptable conclusion. What is clear is that many women, every month, are struggling seriously with their mental states in the lead up to their period. Continue reading


Love is a tricky thing. It has so many faces – sure it’s spiky and fizzy at first and then it becomes exclusive, deep, powerful. After a while, it becomes more homely, more casual – more like a favourite pair of joggers than a pair of erection-inducing heels. Of course, there are still erections…just not as many of them. The point is, what love feels like changes all the time but how you show love should remain the same, all the time. Continue reading


Remember those fairy tale movies we all saw which ended with a beautiful princess-to-be walking down the aisle to marry her prince? Remember how, despite our niggling voice of realism, we all kind of looked forward to the day when we would get our own fairytale? I mean however your vision of your fairytale looked, the end result was still the same. We all (more or less) thought we’d end up marrying the love of our life and, as the old saying goes, live happily ever after. Continue reading


It seems obvious to me but sometimes I look around and I wonder whether I’m weird. I’ll be honest, my husband thought I was weird at first too but this is what I believe: my marriage is more important than my kids. I’m not suggesting I love my kids less than I love my husband. I’m not sure any love for a human that you didn’t heave out of your fanny can come even close to that instinctive, overwhelming, unconditional love you feel for your kids but that’s kind of the point. Right? Continue reading


How hard is sex these days?! I mean really. I’m amazed that anyone ever has another baby. Not because of the crying or the lack of cash or sleep but because finding time and energy to have actual real-life sex is so, so, so hard. Deciding to have sex is like waking up at 6.00am, hearing the rain piss down outside, anxiously checking the monitor and breathing a sigh of relief when the Small is still sleeping and thinking, “I know, I’ll get up and go for a run.” It’s just that, when you’re so tired and busy and well, really really tired, there’s just a million other things to do first. Continue reading

Champagne & Sisterwives

I’ve always found the idea of polygamy kind of disturbing. Obviously, right? Apart from the obvious legal issues, that whole Sister Wives dynamic feels more than a little cult-like. A towering patriarch that manages a hareem of women dedicated to satisfying his every need? Eeeew…please. But since my best friend (a.k.a my Sister Wife for the purposes of this blog), her husband and her Small (a boy, two and a half) have been staying with us, I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, these Sister Wives may just be onto something. Continue reading

Post-pregnancy cherry popping

Let’s talk about firsts. We all remember our first kiss (come to think of it, I actually don’t but I have a feeling it was a rough and tumble affair at a Young Farmer’s Ball and I’d drunk too much cider but, enough of that…) we all remember the first time we fell in love, the first time we bumped uglies with someone but once you emerge from the fog of pubescence, the firsts tend to slow down. Continue reading