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Because Sometimes You Have To Give Everything

A week before my 17th birthday my dad walked out. No, actually that isn’t quite right. Walked out would suggest that he spoke to us before leaving, that we knew that he was safe. And that isn’t what happened at all. Instead he rang, told my mum in one sentence he wasn’t coming home and…

What Does It Really Mean To Be Different?

Mostly when I write I write as me the mum, or me the teacher. But today as we were driving home ‘Let It Go’ came on the radio. It’s a song I must have heard thousands of times. After all, when it was released Number One was still firmly in the Disney princess phase. But…

Why Mummy Friends Matter

I’ve never been one for making many friends. Aquanintences yes. I’m polite, I can do a little chit chat, but then if I’m perfectly honest I’m usually pretty happy in my own company. My three oldest (yes, ok, I know at least one of them is likely to read this, so I’d better clarify that…

What Are You Celebrating This Christmas?

The women on my Christmas gift list are always easy to buy for. The men on the other hand are a different story. Stocking fillers are easy; chocolate, socks, a book or two. But trying to find something special, something meaningful is much more challenging. This year has been quite a year; it’s been both…

Are Dads Underestimated?

In a recent conversation (or I should probably say argument) the Other Half, told me he wished that he had been the mum. It made me realise how much dads miss out on, sometimes through biology and sometimes through society’s expectations. I don’t make a very patient pregnant person, but I’m glad I had the…

How Do You De-Stress?

When the other half and I are stressed we have two very different coping mechanisms. He cleans. I eat. I (hater of all things remotely related to housework) cannot for the life of me understand how cleaning can in any way reduce his stress levels. The mere thought of it is enough to stress me…

One Day I Will Be A Superhuman…

I have a friend who says that in the next life she is coming back as a man, or failing that apparently she’ll be a cat. And it’s not about childbirth or periods or even housework that have brought her to that decision, but rather packing. A subject which having just moved I can more…