Mummy simply doesn't have the time to be creating a Master Plan for The New Year.
If ever a woman utters the word "fine," you can be sure of one thing: SHE IS NOT FINE. IT IS NOT FINE. NOTHING IS EVER FINE.
Mummy has indeed enrolled on a variety of courses over the years, only for extraneous things such as babies and life to get in the way. So what was so significant about this time?
How can we become who we so desperately want to be, at the expense of nobody and nothing else?
Perhaps you are lying next to a cold, frigid Mombie in bed. Or perhaps you yourself are a Mombie who hasn't woken up yet from the nightmare.
You know you're getting on when you receive an invitation to attend your High School Reunion. But this wasn't just any old invitation. It wasn't simply for a quick catch up and some snapchat selfies over coffee. This was for the Mother of all Reunions: The 20 Year Biggie. A chance to reconnect, reminisce and… Continue reading High School Reunion
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… 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 on TV. I thought I should make it clear because I sense that you're struggling to let go. The kids are asleep, the washing in piles. It's not that i'm tired - I don't even have a… 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… Continue reading Baby Brain Breakdown