Aaaand relax…

Trying not to stress about the ever-changing demands of motherhood

The Christmas juggle – bad mum style

So, December is well and truly here. My social feeds are full of images of people’s perfectly pruned trees and Santa visits, and my social life resembles that of pre-kids me (but my bank balance certainly doesn’t! 😩). This brings a whole new dimension to my ongoing need to juggle through life as a parent,…

9 lessons from 9 years of parenting

Boy 1 has just entered his last year of single digits. I never really saw it as a ‘thing’ when I was younger, but it really has struck me just what a milestone turning 10 is and how much I have learned from my first few years of being a mother. Not just the cliched…

The week I stopped parenting…

Two weeks ago today, I was stood at Manchester airport departures waiting to board a flight for a weekend in Barcelona with friends. Yep, you read that correctly. I was going away with FRIENDS. No husband, no kids, just me, in the Spanish sun. Seriously, yay me!! But I didn’t make it. I ended up…

Mothers unite for fish fingers. Seriously…

So any fan of so called ‘instamums’ would no doubt have seen or heard about an article that appeared today in a certain national newspaper. I’m not going to link to it but it starts with Daily and rhymes with ‘Fail’. The ‘article’ basically slammed some of my favourite mama bloggers and authors, Clemmie Telford,…

Give it a go! 

This is my mantra for 2017. Following in from last year and embracing the power of ‘yes’, this year I just want to give it a go.  Nothing specific, but whatever random experiences and activities that spring to mind, I’m just going to try them.  I’m currently on a busy train, drinking overly priced Merlot…

Afro momma! 

As a child I spent many a Sunday evening having my hair washed, greased within an inch of its life, then plaited so tight I could hardly close my eyes to sleep that night. Pretty standard for most young girls of African or Caribbean origin, then and now.  As a mum of two boys, I…

My son is black, he needs to know 

I have a nearly 8 year old son. He’s handsome, funny, smart, caring. He makes us proud. But in recent months I’ve become increasingly aware of the difficult conversations I’m going to have to have with him. Aside from the puberty and girls chat (eeek! Think I’ll leave those to hubby!) there’s a somewhat more challenging…