There was an IG post that caught my eye the other day. It said ‘No Sleep Club’ and ‘Who wants to join?’, followed by a load of emphatic Yeses. But then these yeses were followed by the likes of “It’s been 2 years now” and “Eighteen months in”, and the ever-hopeful “Hang in there, it gets better”.
Really?? Does it? It’s been over seven years since I last slept… Continue reading
The recent allegations against Harvey Weinstein and the #metoo campaign on social media has had me thinking about experiences I had shut away, ideally never to be revisited. Things that happened to me as a child, before I was ever aware of feminism or sexual harassment or sexual assault; things that happened to me as an adult, after I became aware first-hand of what sexual assault was and what feminism… Continue reading
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but it’s difficult to find the right words, and occasionally the right words pop into my head but it tends to be at something-past-insomnia-in-the-morning and just NO to getting out of bed to even scribble with a pen and paper, but then maybe only I think they’re the right words and everyone else will think they’re the wrong words or stupid… Continue reading
Yesterday an odd thing happened. Not a bad odd thing, not an amazingly deliciously strange odd thing either. It wasn’t like a sudden clicking of things falling into place, nor a Eureka! moment of life suddenly making sense, but it was something. Something small and almost insignificant, yet undeniably hugely significant.
This is what happened. Sitting in a warm photography studio waiting for costume changes to be perfected, for… Continue reading
…that I love alone-time so. Or maybe it’s motherhood. Or my mental state. Whatever it is, I really do love a bit of space and time to be myself, by myself. It’s taken me many, many years to realise that this is OK, that my gut-felt hatred dislikes of large groups, of conversing in a group of more than three friends, of having every minute of every day accounted for… Continue reading
Today I went to a 6th birthday party. The Princess and The Pea demanded their shoes be removed before piling straight into the soft play, The Husband and I drank coffee and took the rare opportunity to actually talk to fellow parents from school, rather than shout a hasty “Hi how are you?” whilst running across the playground and delivering children to the school door 30 seconds before it closes… Continue reading
I have been quiet on here of late. The Boyfriend is no longer my boyfriend. He is my husband. The Husband. And a wonderful husband, at that.
We had a very intimate, totally DIY wedding, which has taken months of prepping, despite its low-key, casual vibe. 21 guests came to celebrate with us (it was almost 18 guests as the best man is in the Royal Navy and very… Continue reading
It’s been a busy few weeks, so busy I’ve found no time to write this poor, neglected little blog. Sorry blog. First, we moved in with my parents. De-cluttering, packing, emptying and cleaning a house is about a hundred times more stressful with kids than when single. I moved 17 (ish, maybe more) times pre-children and it bothered me not one bit. This time? I’d like to say… Continue reading
We are moving house. Almost four years after making a very rash decision to buy the house I have never fully settled in, it is sold and we are packing up. It sounds more final and exciting than it actually is. It would really be more accurate to say we have sold our house, and just leave it at that, because we haven’t found our next home yet. My deluded… Continue reading
The title above is a quote from Dr Maya Angelou, and it goes a little way to helping relieve the guilt I feel over so many aspects of our parenting of The Princess in the first two years of her little life. But it doesn’t go as far as stopping me from desperately wanting to turn the clock back three and a bit years, to understand all that… Continue reading