Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Parenting can be such a joy, such an honour, and it is hard to keep track of the many individual moments that make up a lifetime. Tonight I was witness to such a moment…. BB is a Daddy’s girl, all day today she has paced the floors asking when Daddy will be home; she has…
Dear tired, knackered mothers, I’m sorry. When the twins were born I fell under the category of smug mother, my children slept and they slept well. Around me the rest of you wandered around looking grey and lifeless, your arms aching from constant rocking and rucksacks forming under your eyes. God I was happy, with…
It was never going to be fun. But as the four of us, me, twin boy, twin girl and BB piled into my vintage, has its own tape deck, car I realised the extent of how unfun today’s excursion would be. “Mummy, while BB is in the hy-dro-ther-apy pool fixing her leg is it ok for…
We have all been there. You crack open the door to the toddlers room and the smell hits you in the face. Mouldy cheese and rotting veg springs to mind and you wonder what on earth you fed that child to create such an inhuman smell. Then you remember. You remember with a uncomfortable jolt…
It was lashing with rain and the wind howled angrily at the pharmacy window. I looked out at the weather in despair knowing my journey back to the car would be interrupted with lots of splashes in muddy puddles whilst my freshly washed hair turned to frizz. Inside the pharmacy I stood with a mother,…