This evening as I scrolled mindlessly through my personal Facebook account I read a post by a fellow single parent I know. She was tired from working full time and raising her kiddies, and obviously something had triggered her. So she posted about it. A blurty, raw post seemingly born from frustration and anger towards…
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?)
Age 5 and my daughter had expressly narrowed down her princess of choice to Elsa. Or Anna. Just anything Frozen really. Except Kristoff. Like any self-respecting mother and child of that time we overdosed on it until no more could be taken, and we had to well and truly Let it Go. However, before the…
Five year old Moo wouldn't be caught dead in a pirate costume like her four year old self fancifully was. No, five year old Moo thought pirates were for babies and princesses were for big girls...you know, 'regal' and all that. Moo's favourite thing of all time around that age (for years really) was dressing…
My little one turned ten recently (have I mentioned that yet?!) and I am sat here with a well deserved G&T after the whirlwind of throwing yet another birthday party. Over the years I have been asked lots - accompanied by looks of horror - about why I always choose to throw birthday parties at…
Continue reading ➞ OO-AARR me hearties! Throwing a pirate party!
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…
And here we are, the end of 2018. That time of year in which I usually fill my cup with wistful resolutions whilst simultaneously filling it with bubbles to bring in the New Year. And with every joyful sip taken, the chance of each resolution seeing the light of day rapidly disappears. Typically, these resolutions…
And BANG it's December, with the Big Day hurtling towards us in a flash of work parties, Christmas shopping, and festive school days all on top of the usual full-time job, school run and parent life. Sometimes, it's hard to catch a breath and to stand in the eye of it all. Still. Silent. And…
Continue reading ➞ Festive Feast for the Eyes; Enchanted Eltham at Eltham Palace
I posted my very first blog post a few days back under the category of single parenting. I mentioned in it that I have previously given little thought to what it means to be a single parent, or the impact it has had on my parenting experience, so recently acknowledging this as a 'thing' has…
The Sound of Motherhood 