And there we have it. Primary school is done. Another phase and another era ticked off the list with change afoot come September, and mixed feelings stirring in our tummies. Where did that time go? Yup, the million dollar question that every parent ponders as they watch their children's childhoods dash by. But seriously though:…
Continue reading ➞ School Leaver 2020. When your child leaves Primary School…
I knew I wanted to blog for a long time. I enjoy writing and I find it therapeutic. I also knew that I wanted to focus my writing on my experiences of motherhood in all its shades of good, bad and grey. 100% though, this focus topic lands me square in the realm of the…
The last few New Year's Eves, I have made one resolution: for the pending year to be more about me and my needs. Each resolution has, of course, spectacularly failed under the weight of the myriad of responsibilities that I consciously or unconsciously prioritise each and every day. And like anything with sufficient repetition, it becomes…
Yesterday was a shit show. A clash of titans in the form of a stroppy ten year old girl-child and her end-of-tethered' mother. One of those days, as a parent, when you just don't know your left from your right but, damn it, you're the adult and you need to bloody well bring it. Despite…
I can be a bit vocal in my opinions in real life. Admittedly, not yet on the blog. Hold my beer... Camp Bestival. Never been. Why? Well, I can't afford it, essentially. OK, I'm not pleading poverty here (having just come back from Center Parcs that would be an ignorant call) however as a single…
Continue reading ➞ When diverse parenting lacks diversity (Camp Bestival: are you listening?)
TEN YEARS I've been a mum for ten. whole. years. What the fxxk?! You know that's a decade right lol?! Almost a quarter of my life. And yet somehow someone who has missed the other three quarters of my life has managed to sweep in and take the whole damn thing hostage. Crazy. But not…
No-one tells you when you have your first child that at some point they start to raise you, instead of the other way around. That the predictable routine of you being the care giver starts to tip on its axis and your dependable little dependent will start to race ahead leaving you standing in their…
The Sound of Motherhood 