“Do you work?” “Oh, yes. Yes, how about you?” “Oh I’m a teacher… what do you do?” “I’m a mum – I have two children.” “Oh no, I mean what do you do for a JOB.” “Yeh, exactly. I’m a mum.” Contraversial I know, but this is exactly how the conversation I’ve never had (except… Continue reading Is staying at home the same as having a J.O.B?
I’m writing this imagining that we’ll be marking V-Day by sitting on the settee, not touching, while I dick around on my phone and he pretends he’s not asleep. We might splash out on a takeaway, although if I get motivated the M&S Meal Deal seems the correct amount of lack-of-effort-but-let’s-pretend-we’ve-tried. To be honest, we… Continue reading Why parents are the real losers on V-Day
This time it was personal. It became even more personal when on my way to the march a man approached me as I was making my way through the Underground carrying my placard. Genial enough at first he asked me what protest I was making my way to. It became apparent that he already knew.… Continue reading I’ve marched before but this time was different
The smallsmall was admitted to hospital this year on Christmas Day. Sound dramatic, right? Well, it was a bit – breathing is kind of important and he wasn’t being terribly good at it, so in we went and ended up staying for four days. Shittest Christmas ever, you might be thinking. But actually it wasn’t… Continue reading Five things to do for a friend whose child is in hospital
I’m a child of the 80s, teenager of the 90s, young woman of the noughties, and for My Entire Life the emphasis has been on becoming an independent, empowered woman. A concept inextricably entwined in my mind with earning my own money. But now, as a woman in my thirties, a mother of two, set… Continue reading The financial fallout of fertility
Child of the eighties, born in December, and the middle one of three siblings, the twelfth month of every year was defined by increasing levels of anticipation. The longest 25 days of the diary were punctuated by moments of ecstasy every 72 hours when it was my turn to open the advent calendar. We’d have… Continue reading Why there’s no Elf on the Shelf in my house and other Christmas musings
Ten months, 725 posts, £1537.56 raised for PANDAS, giveaways, charity campaigns, immeasurable hours spent “connecting” with new friends while admiring others from afar, and somehow gaining nearly 5000 lovely followers, it’s fair to say that Instagram has solidly featured in 2016 (if by “solidly featured” you mean caused arguments with the Mr and taken up… Continue reading The Good, The B#ad and The Money