I’ve never really been interested in reading parenting books. I’ve got nothing against parenting books, they’re just not for me. Even when I was pregnant with my first child I already had an idea that my parenting wasn’t going to
The other day I almost had a total meltdown. I found myself telling to Amelia to “please just stop touching me!” Every time one of the kids used me as a leaning post, grabbed my hair, sat on me, climbed
I wasn’t born to be a mum. Every now and then, you come across someone who you feel like has all their shit together, and who seems to just have this parenting thing down. For some reason among my friends I
I come up against this quite a lot, especially when I’m out with the kids. My family get how we parent, Mr C’s family get how we parent, our friends get how we parent. Not only do they get it,
About 6 months ago I vowed to work towards stress-free mamahood. This time 6 months ago literally everything was stressing me out, and it just wasn’t healthy. For me, for the kids, or for us as a family.