The school run…and how it drives every parent insane.

I’ve been meaning to write for some time about the life altering event that occurred in September of last year. My son started school. For my British friends, you know the deal…in this country, kids start school at age 4, 5 days a week. 8:30am – 3pm (or thereabouts). My son is lucky enough to…

Letting Go…

I’ve had a busy past few months. We’ve moved to a new house, we’ve had visitors almost constantly since January and my husband has started to travel a lot for work. And through all this are my three kids. Amazing and resilient but also all toddlers (3, 1, 1) who are, well, exhausting and a constant…

Mummy Monotony

I’ve officially hit it. That brick wall that I’ve read about. The glazed look – dead behind the eyes. All I can hear myself saying is, “if I have to wash one more f*&%$king bottle, I’m going to scoop my eyes out with my child’s spoon” (apologies for the graphic nature of my thoughts) I…

My toddler’s an asshole.

Yes – it’s not a typo. At this moment there is no more accurate word to describe him. Now before everyone gets their phones out to call social services, I LOVE my son. And to be fair to him, he still has his lovely moments when he can make my heart melt with as simple…