Stick a fork in me Summer Holidays 2019, cos I am well and truly done. Now that I am recovering from the shock (some would rightly diagnose it as PTSD) of the school holidays; I thought I would share a short week-by-week diary of all the joyous moments I have spent with my wonderful offspring … Continue reading After The Boys of Summer Have Gone…
Motherhood is HARD man! Any Mother who swears she hasn’t at some point thought to herself; "I have made a catastrophic error and fucked up my own existence by procreating", is a big old bullshitter. Kids get up early. Like stupidly early. They have zero respect for hangovers, period pain or general life-related exhaustion. Kids … Continue reading Having kids… why do we bother?
My friend’s lovely Mother recently sent me an article entitled; ‘Is three the most stressful amount of children you can have?’ Hmm... interesting; I thought. I know; I’ll gather as much data as I can on this subject, research lots of studies and articles and before I read a single one I shall conclude: YES … Continue reading Is three the most ridiculous amount of children to have?
Ahhh Christmas. The time of peace and goodwill to all men (and women. And the bloody kids too I suppose). The ‘goodwill’ bit really is one of my favourite things about the festive season. Strangers saying “Merry Christmas” when you pass them on the street on Christmas Eve, popping in for a sherry with your … Continue reading How to be a parent at Christmas (and not completely lose your shit)
So here you are; desperately counting down the days and hours until your first baby decides it’s time to make an entrance... I know you’re excited. But Sarah there are a few things you need to know, and nobody else is going to have the balls to break some of this to you so it’s … Continue reading A letter to the girl I used to be.
My name is Sarah, and I like my own kids. There; I’ve said it. Weight off my shoulders that is! Now you might be thinking that admission is not much of a revelation. But for someone whose calling-card is to rant and swear about how her kids have got her absolutely frigging demented; admitting that … Continue reading Confessions of a Mam-in-progress
The irony of writing a blog, about being too busy to write a blog, doesn't escape me. But it's true; I am too busy these days. If the business of being busy is a disease... then I'm RIDDLED with it. This disease stops me from doing the things I love the most; including waffling these … Continue reading A blog about being too busy to blog
When you have children, it hits you like a ten-tonne-truck: I will worry about this tiny little gift of mine every single day for the rest of my life. It's ok; I'm fine with that; it's the burden you receive in exchange for the infinite love. The worries are at times completely irrational. For example, … Continue reading No compliments please: we’re female
The dictionary tells me that a 'Holiday' is 'an extended period of leisure, rest and recreation; usually describing being away from home.' I would like to rewrite that definition, so that it applies to the fools who have chosen to have (many) children. 'Holiday; an extended period of stress and harassment, involving keeping your children … Continue reading A holiday: but not as you knew it…
I can't say for sure; but I think I'm having a Mam-life crisis (the Geordie version of a Mum-life crisis). It's similar to the better known mid-life crisis in that it results in some erratic, questionable decision-making and results in the people who know you best barely recognising you. In a moment I'm going to … Continue reading 5 Signs You’re Having A Mum-Life Crisis