My university days
I saw a post on Instagram recently by my friend Helen aka Actually Mummy about university and it struck a huge chord. University days are the…
I saw a post on Instagram recently by my friend Helen aka Actually Mummy about university and it struck a huge chord. University days are the…
When shopping in Next for trainers for my son (Next being one of the few shops which realises boys’ feet don’t stop growing at a…
I am officially at risk of redundancy. Long-term readers will know this isn’t the first time We’ve been there before. Only two years ago. I took the…
My default setting is slightly unhappy. I react badly to change, I’m risk averse, I spend far too much of my life worrying about things that…
That’s me. My self-esteem. Not the sort of little knock that you can wipe with your sleeve and it disappears. A proper knock. Again. I’ve…
Yesterday I had one of my bad days. I don’t know how to describe them – slumps, ‘episodes’ or just bad days. Something, often something…
Last night I was buzzing because a) (this is very sad) I won a trophy for ‘dancer of the term’ at my dance class and…
Friends, particularly those with only one or two children, see me as ‘super mum’. How do I cope with three children and a job and…