Like mother, like daughter

Sometimes, I think that my mum should have been a gangster. The Polly Gray of our family. When she was growing up, she wanted to join the police force but her grandfather wouldn’t let her….

Invisible

I read a quote recently that said “I love being a mom, but I didn’t love being me” and that hit me right through the heart like an arrow (it was Jessica Simpson by the…

TWENTY TWENTY

Oh, look I dropped off the face of the Earth again. When I stopped blogging at the Awkward Blog, it was a relief to regain ‘present’ life again. To not have to think about whether…

Mum Brain

“I know,” I thought to myself this morning at 11.15am, “I’ll eat my lunch now so that when she wakes up, I can feed her and then I can throw her bedding into a quick…

September and 15 Months

For the first time, in a long time, I’m glad to see September. Before Ava, I was a die hard fan of Summer, but then I experienced Summer with a baby and then suddenly, it’s…