Damn. Another year, another tough winter. I’m sure I must have been a bear or a hedgehog, or something possibly less tough in a former life. This morning came another day dragging my sore body out of bed, feeling sick, taking meds whilst continuing to do all that’s demanded of me on a daily basis.… Continue reading Is it almost over yet?
We exist in a weird kind of love/ hate relationship you and I. On one hand, you give me a tool to motivate my four almost five year old to get shit done. She’s that obsessed with you all, she will pretty much comply to any of my demands- teeth, eating, dressing, tidying her room-… Continue reading Dear family you tubers.
It was a blink of an eye ago, the day you became mine. My little silver backed gorilla, so angry at being ripped out of my safe warm belly and thrust into a world so loud and bright. Was that really 18 years ago? 18 years ago you made me a mama. 18 years ago… Continue reading Slipping through my fingers
I have been quiet for a while. As most of you know this tends to be because i am out living life as much as i can, going on adventures and challenging myself. Whilst this is true, on this occasion its also because i have been exhausted. Too exhausted to sit in front of my… Continue reading One foot in front of the other
I've not gotten political for a while, but we've just been thrust into the throes of a general election in the U.K. After the horrors of Brexit and all the conflict it is still causing within our beloved country, I'm not sure how many of us have the emotional energy for yet another political battle;… Continue reading Saving ourselves: the health and education crisis on our hands.
I've been feeling pretty crappy lately. It's winter and the short days of cold, windy rain are taking their toll on my body. I hurt. I'm sad. I'm ready for a break from the relentless pain and monotony of feeling terrible. Of course I don't dare say that out loud. I don't show that part… Continue reading Should I stay or should I go?
I want to start with a string of expletives, but I won't. Summer. That precious time with our children stretching out before us. Sunshine. Slow motion running along the shoreline. Blissful laughter on the breeze..... You would think after seventeen years I would have learnt to be slightly more realistic, but no, I instead found… Continue reading Surviving the summer