As I was on my hands and knees, mopping up a cup of spilled coffee off the floor in my skanky dressing gown and my greasy hair yesterday morning I had a realisation that I am a very different parent to the parent I thought I would be. Before having kids, that is. I never … Continue reading Reality V Expectations
September 11th. A day most of us have devastating memories attached to, we all remember where we were on the 11th September 2001. I remember exactly where I was. Because it was my 11th birthday. I remember exactly what I was wearing (a grey, floor length gown with skinny straps if anybody's interested - I dressed … Continue reading Twentysix and nineeleven
So hands up, who else spends a lot of time on Instagram? I know I certainly do. In fact I dread to think how many hours per week I actually spend scrolling down the eternal row of squares. A while ago those pictures used to be made up of perfectly styled humans, skinny, tanned and … Continue reading Follow/Unfollow
When I was pregnant with my first baby I felt connected to the little bean as soon as the pregnancy test flashed "Pregnant 3+". Instantly the maternal instinct took place and I protectively placed my hand on my belly (and it has stayed there ever since). As the pregnancy went on I would lay on the sofa … Continue reading When three become four
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