Something came to me today like a thunderbolt. I never thought I’d write those words because I’ve always thought things can’t just happen like a thunderbolt and who says that anyway? But this, this did. And now I know it I want you to know it too. We can’t have it all. We can’t do… Continue reading We can’t have it all
Sometimes my kids will lull me into a full sense of security. We’ll have a good morning. I’ll be bossing it. Everyone is behaving and then I think: I know I’m going to change things up, let’s go for lunch. I’m talking a cafe that I know that has soft play. Upstairs. A great idea… Continue reading Lunch with two
Halcyon days of staring at baby, cake, Netflix and midday naps are how I expected my maternity leave to pass. And while I did spend an inordinate amount of my statutory mat pay on carrot cake and halloumi wraps, it was much, much harder work than actually being at work. No one at work expects… Continue reading Making it work at work
A year ago Grenfell burned. It burned and we watched as the people stood with their heads in their hands. We watched the death toll go up. We watched the microphones being thrust in their faces. In those resident’s faces, those people left with nothing. We watched Theresa May escape in her private car. We… Continue reading A year ago Grenfell burned
Yesterday I broke down in tears while I was trying to tidy the guest room/playroom/nursery. Danny was cross with me because I was trying to tidy, he was explaining that he was going to get round to putting away the things. Nives couldn’t get in her play tent because of the things. I’m too pregnant… Continue reading The women.
So it’s no secret that Danny travels a lot with work and so it’s often left to me to parent on my own. I’ve resisted writing about how to “cope” on my own with a toddler as I’m aware that there are many mums and dads doing just this every day and so I didn’t… Continue reading When you’re alone
Oh God but it can be hard can’t it, to step away from something you feel passionately about? And I get it. I GET IT. You want to argue your point. You think you’re entitled to do so. But let me tell you, lady-with-a-keyboard, sometimes you’re not. Sometimes you need to step back and not… Continue reading Step away from your keyboard