I’m not one of those mums who are gonna be ‘best friends’ with their kids. I’m their mum I can’t be their bestie, the responsibilities would get blurry. However I do want to be one of their role models. I... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking about validation. Human validation. Where do you get it from? Do you even need it? I reeeeeeeeally need it, which annoys the shit out of me. I crave it from my family, my friends, my employer sometimes... Continue Reading →
The other day my mum apologised to me for any mistakes she made whilst I was growing up and it made me feel a bit sad. I’m sure she did make some mistakes, but that’s because as much I think... Continue Reading →
I turned 33 this week. I spent it in bed or on the sofa asleep. I phoned in sick to work, took the beans to nursery and wallowed in my own pit of self-hatred and sadness. Dark, right? To be... Continue Reading →
Soooo I’ve kinda said a lot that I’m not gonna put myself out there and date, well I’ve changed my mind. It will defo be tricky because I come with A LOT of baggage, and that’s not just the beans.... Continue Reading →
Man alive I am shattered. I have had the beans in bed with me for so many nights in a row I can’t remember how it even started. They go to sleep in their own bed, normally with a bit... Continue Reading →
Ever heard that expression “practice what you preach”? I think there are a lot of us mums who don’t do that. I’m sure there are a lot of people without kids who don’t do it either, but this post is... Continue Reading →
We all know I’m not one to shy away from a swear word despite people calling me crass and vulgar, but too many people cringe when we utter the word…feminism. Images of hairy, smelly women wearing no bra and socks... Continue Reading →
I love love. There is no denying it. I love loving someone and I really love the feeling of being loved. But as I approach the first anniversary of moving into my own house and leaving my marriage behind me,... Continue Reading →
