Sunday, 6:52pm

I'm sitting here, trying to ping words from my brain with a glass of (low alcohol) wine on the table next to me. Beside my wine glass, a little hand suddenly creeps up and tries, ever so carefully, to pull it off the table. Below the hand is a face that is half me, half … Continue reading Sunday, 6:52pm

It takes a village to raise a Mum.

I'm a lonesome but generally happy person, I'll admit. I rattle around in my house, with my dogs, cats (and now) baby; doing things to keep me mentally stimulated (be that sometimes watching endless episodes of Star Trek while Rowan naps beside me...). When my husband comes home from a day of work, all he's … Continue reading It takes a village to raise a Mum.

10 things I’ve learned in 2 months of Mum-ing

Why can't dummies (pacifiers) have tracking nodes in them? Breast feeding is ultimately the need for a child and a food truck attached to you, at all times Metamucil: the new mothers best friend. 'Nice clothes'are a thing of the past. It's either¬†Clothes-that-have-been-vomited/pee'd-on Or Clothes-that-are-about-to-be-vomited/pee'd-on.¬† The laundry will be done every day, or the child … Continue reading 10 things I’ve learned in 2 months of Mum-ing

Do Not Lower Your Expectations.

I've been reading a blog post entitled "Lower Your Expectations." In a nut shell, it talks about the growing number of young people (19-26y/o) who come out of home/university etc and expect too much. They expect to be able to afford food, travel and drinks that week; and how that is fundamentally stupid. I beg … Continue reading Do Not Lower Your Expectations.