Working mother guilt

Working mother guilt really peaks at this time of year. It’s awful enough when I feel bad about not being with my children; not picking them up from school myself, not always being able to go to the endless number of school events that require parental attendance these days. But there are two weeks during the summer…

She was just 17…

That was a fast 17 ½ years… Someone said to me recently it was a shock when you raise your children to be independent – and then they are. Yes, it is! She was my first child so I counted developmental milestones with fervour. She learnt to walk, talk, put on her shoes, eat with…

Is the Book Fair fair?

Ahhh, the Book Fair! Yesterday I had the ‘no, I’m not buying an overpriced sticker book’ conversation with my kids. It’s a familiar discussion, as I had it every year for seven years with my older daughter, too. Moan, moan, no, no. They have plenty of books, we get new ones from the library on a regular…

Avoiding the Postman

I had two babies who were bad sleepers. I was up with both of them several times a night and I was knackered. Not in a light hearted ‘I’ll joke about this one day’ fashion – it was more of a drained, angry feeling I dragged about with me all day. My one aim of…

Another terrible mother on an iPhone

Criticism still abounds of parents (mothers, usually, because they are supposed to give their undivided attention to their children 24 hours per day, with no regard whatsoever for their own lives or sanity) who are glued to their phones while in the presence of their children. I saw a meme on facebook that had been…

Before I had children…

I was in my early twenties, on a bus in Edinburgh, and I saw a mother pull down a toddler’s trousers and pants, then hold them over a drain on a busy street so they could pee. I was horrified! What kind of person would do that in public? When I bought my first house…

It’s good to share…?

Everyone’s life looks great on social media, and I’m sure mine is no exception. I post about things that make me happy, or things that make me laugh. I post about the many things that irritate and infuriate me. But I never post about the things that make me feel truly awful. On days when…