Modern parenting, especially mamahood, seems to come with a list as long as your arm of things you really should be doing in order to be a “good” mum. I genuinely don’t believe that all of it is entirely necessary,
There are a lot of things from bygone eras that are definitely better off left where they are (those Adidas trackies with the poppers up the sides? No ta) but I have no problem looking to previous generations for Mamahood inspiration and how to create more me time.
I was never one of the cool kids. There was a part of me that desperately (and secretly) wanted to be, yet there was always a bigger part of me that somehow knew it was all a bit vacuous and
Over the last few weeks we have been having some serious meltdowns in the mornings (I say we because I’ve pretty much ended up melting down just as much as the 3-year-old). These meltdowns eventually culminated in a flat out
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