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My daughter has decided that my presence is no longer required during her nightly bath. I hadn’t seen this coming just yet and it’s taking a little getting used to. Grace is just seven-years-old so the prospect she is becoming body-conscious startles me somewhat. I know that it’s a normal part of growing up and the insistence to assert her independence should be celebrated, but it’s left...

Working full-time and trying to keep track of my daughter’s hectic social life, I’ll be honest and tell you that my home would never win a prize for being the tidiest house. Couple that with the fact that me and cleaning just aren’t the best of friends I’ve accepted that I'm just never going to live in a Pinterest-worthy house, no matter how much I want to. My mum, on the other hand...

My husband approached me last Sunday looking like guilt personified. My heart lurched as he uttered the words that instil fear in the heart of any living human. “We need to talk," he said. To say my blood ran cold is an understatement. Hearing these words come from the man who takes everything in his stride and regularly picks me up and dusts me down without so much as a backward glance before...

When I became the mother of a baby girl, I spent many hours imagining the conversations we’d have as she grew up. Girlie chats about make-up, hairstyles, clothes, boys and weddings – I’d teach her so much! Or so I thought. And then she turned 13 and I realised I had nothing left to teach her. Apparently, she knew everything there was to know and my input was nothing but a dull noise in the...

I made a cardinal sin this weekend – one which I vowed I would never, ever make. I asked a recently married friend when she planned to start a family. In my defence, I got caught up in the moment and fell victim to the second glass of wine I’d had while celebrating the baptism of a mutual friend’s first baby. But, still. I became the woman other women love to hate - the busybody who must be...

I'm not an untidy person – or a ‘slattern’ as my Nanna would have called it. I hoover, I wipe down surfaces, I wash dishes and clothes and when I absolutely have to I clean the bathroom, but that's about it. It’s not that I dislike cleaning, it's just there are other things I could be doing. Like writing, or playing in the garden or baking or snuggling with my boy. Basically...

The summer brings with it a whole host of emotions for SAHMs and working mothers; the school closes, routines go out the window and it can either be the best time or an absolute disaster. As the doors close behind students, many mums can be heard bickering and moaning about how much harder the holidays are, and being a working mum myself, with a primary school age child, I am all too aware of the...

I remember telling myself that once I become a mum, the little things wouldn’t faze me. In my headier younger days, I recall thinking that once I sacrificed myself to childbirth in all its messy, gooey glory, I’d be able for anything. Being told I’d 'check my dignity at the door’ before my first birth must have instilled a false sense of confidence that I’d emerge someone who would...

Now don’t get me wrong, being a mum is one of the most rewarding and important jobs that I have, but it is definitely a challenging one! While I love every aspect about it, if I'm being honest, there are a few things that are made a lot harder when you have a little one to take care of! 1. Enjoying a lie-in This is the first weekend in a long time where there is no early morning call for...

I almost broke traffic lights in order to find refuge in work last week. The quicker I ensconced myself in the office, the quicker I could put family life and being a mum to the back of my mind. I love my children, I love my partner and for the most part I love being a mum, but there are some weeks where it really does all get too much for me and my small office cubicle momentarily becomes my...