ED SHEERAN DOES NOT SHIT IN THE BATH… and other things I’m not proud to have shouted in my kid’s faces.

When I had my first baby I had a really clear idea of how I wanted to parent. I'd be firm but fair, cool not cringey, loving but not smothering. I'd wear fashionable but practical clothes and generally just look like I had my act together at all times. Kind of like Julie Andrews with … Continue reading ED SHEERAN DOES NOT SHIT IN THE BATH… and other things I’m not proud to have shouted in my kid’s faces.

Marriage after kids… it ain’t pretty.

Pre kids, me and Rob lived in London (Fulham dontcha know). I often bought beautiful clothes from All Saints and we used to meet up on the South Bank after work for date nights and go to dead fancy restaurants. Post kids, we live in Whitley Bay. I often buy very mediocre clothes from Sainsbury's … Continue reading Marriage after kids… it ain’t pretty.

‘Three boys!? Ooof you’ve got your hands full there!’… and other twatty things people say.

When Ellis was born earlier this year, it was via c-section. (Stay with me folks, I swear this isn't a 'wonder of childbirth' blog. I wouldn't do that to you.) For those of you who've never had the pleasure of having a csection; they put a big screen over your stomach; presumably this is so … Continue reading ‘Three boys!? Ooof you’ve got your hands full there!’… and other twatty things people say.