Just go the fuck to sleep…please?

I stare at your face and I listen as your breathing slowly steadies. Your brow is still furrowed but smoothes as I watch you drift into the soft innocence that tells me you are asleep. Finally. I feel guilty. I’m sorry I got so annoyed. I’m sorry I said cross words...

Packing hell

Yesterday I packed up an entire car to travel to the North West of England for a five day trip to the grandparents’ house. My parent’s house should really be renamed the Land of the Duplicate Baby Item, except that’s a crap name, as I’m fairly sure that most branches...

Happy Valentine’s Day

We’re marking V-Day by sitting on the settee, not touching, while I write this post and he reads the Sunday paper. This is romantic – the tele isn’t on. To be honest, we wouldn’t be celebrating “properly” even if we didn’t have two children running us ragged...

The Name Game.

Last weekend we went for a late breakfast in our favourite cafe. Having completed the “Arrivals Dance”, (take our own coats off; take their coats off; balance the coats on the back of pushchair; wheel said pushchair out of the way; secure BSCB in a high chair; pick up...

#MUMboss

Since joining the wonderful world of the inter web back in February this year I have been stunned at the proliferation of women who are truly BOSSING their lives. The lack of options presented by the traditional workplace once “Project Procreation”, as...