It’s that time of year again. Another day to commemorate something or other incredibly meaningful. But this time it’s not International Day of Happiness (that was last week apparently), World Health Day (that’s next week, if you’re interested), or Global Wind Day (this one’s in June, if you celebrate making wind). No, today is all about Me. It’s Mothering Sunday, again. Gosh how quickly time flies. And this year is no different to the past 8 as Mum. Continue reading “Mothering Sunday: The T’s and C’s”
Tonight I need to immerse myself in shit.
Not shit of the wallowing kind
just the usual trash
I thought I should make it clear
because I sense that you’re struggling
to let go. Continue reading “Tune in, cop out”
Today I needed rescuing.
Day two of my first working week post baby. And already I needed rescuing.
It has it’s advantages. Being a woman in a man’s world. But not so when your recently deflated baby-boobs are bobbing beneath your belly-button and your small-talk consists solely of baby babble followed by: “Did I show you the latest picture of my little one?” [Cue slide-show on the i-phone]. Yes. You did. A thousand times already. Continue reading “Baby Brain Breakdown”