This summer I made the decision to take my children out of school for a holiday. It wasn’t a decision I came to lightly; as a rule-follower it felt pretty unnatural to inform the school I’d be committing the cardinal sin…
The school gates can be a scary and intimidating place. When your child first starts school it’s easy to approach the pack of mums you don’t know with in trepidation, feeling like an outsider, one who has yet to be…
When it comes to my children I hover somewhere between occasional private emotional wreck and purposefully stoical. I might shed the odd tear once or twice (hello, Cold Feet new season/random Radiohead songs/THE NOTEBOOK obvs) but by and large, in matters…
I’d say I’m a pretty pragmatic person. Yeah, I might weep at the odd Grey’s Anatomy episode (they’re an unlucky bunch, aren’t they?) but I’m not one to cry at the drop of a hat. At least, I wasn’t before kids.…
When you’re a mother, the default mode seems to be GUILT. I thought this was just me until I started talking to my mum friends and realised this guilt phenomenon is universal. From what I can tell, save a few…