LIVE AND LET TROLLS, TROLL…

Spend any time saying anything on any social media platform and you’re going to find yourself the target of trolls at some point. It’s part of the job, it comes with the territory and while I never condone unkindness, bitchiness or the dissemination of untruths, I’ve come to realise that they have the right to say what they feel they need to say.  Continue reading

NOT SO SMUG NOW ABOUT REJECTION…

Let’s talk about rejection. In ‘real life’ rejection sucks. When you don’t get a job, or you get dumped it can feel like a sucker punch to your soul. It’s very easy to let rejection knock you down and keep you down. While you may shrug it off as ‘no big deal’, that big fat ‘no’ can sometimes create a little demon that can sit there and whisper shitty things to you. That demon is a destructive little fucker and can be the root of many a problem.  Continue reading

THE BODY BLOG I’VE BEEN WORRIED ABOUT POSTING…

I’ve been writing this blog for three months. At least. It’s not that the words have been hard to find; it’s more that the message is a tricky, complex one. Communicating it leaves me open to criticism (which I’m totally fine with) but it also leaves me open to upsetting people I know and love (which I’m totally NOT fine with). Continue reading

MY DAUGHTER’S A RAGE MONSTER AND ITS ALL MY FAULT…

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

A NIGHT IN THE LIFE…

12.01am
Drag way back to reality after lovely dream about one of the Ryans. Can’t remember which one. Not 100% sure I could tell them apart. Either way, it doesn’t matter. It was lovely. Remember why I’m not dreaming anymore – smallest child mewling. Boobs leaking. Check clock. I’ve had 32 minutes sleep.

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WHY THE FUNK DO I DO IT?

Whenever I meet up with friends they always ask me how the blog is going, which is nice of them. And then, just like clockwork, the second question out of their mouth is, ‘Do you make any money from it?’ Once I’ve picked myself up off the floor and stopped laughing deliriously, I explain that no, I simply do it because, well, I like it. It’s probably 45% because I love writing, 45% because I’m a total narcissist and the last 10% is all about the vain hope that someone reading it, somewhere, feels a little better about themselves and this parenting lark because something I said resonated with them.  Continue reading

One Year On…

A year ago today I was overcome with a sudden desire to set up a blog. I’d had other blogs but they were pretty shit and totally lacking in any kind of direction. This time last year though, I had an eight month old Small and I was starting to think two things: first, that I was beginning to resemble and recognise parts of my old self and two…this ‘becoming a momma’ thing needed to be talked about.  Continue reading

Not So Shit Now

Writer’s block is the worst. It’s worse than dried Weetabix on a high chair. It’s worse than negotiating leather car seats in hot weather. It’s worse than a bad night’s sleep. Really. It’s a whole new level of frustration. It’s a bit like knowing that all the chocolate biscuits and Sauvingnon Blanc in the world is lying behind a locked door and you just can’t reach the key. I’m currently suffering from the ‘block’ and when you run a blog, that kind of sucks. Continue reading