Things to worry about at 4am while your husband snores.

I don’t generally make New Years resolutions. I see them as just one more thing to fail at. One more thing to give myself grief over. All these people doing Veganuary and Dry January astound me... are they actively trying to make themselves more miserable in the most miserable (not to mention skint) month of … Continue reading Things to worry about at 4am while your husband snores.

After The Boys of Summer Have Gone…

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…

Having kids… why do we bother?

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?

Is three the most ridiculous amount of children to have?

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?

How to be a parent at Christmas (and not completely lose your shit)

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)

Confessions of a Mam-in-progress

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