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…

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…

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…

Sports Day

My memories of Sports Day at school are good. It was always sunny, we were given choc ices and we got to caper about outside all afternoon. I was no athlete and have no recollection of winning any races, but I don’t remember caring. It was fun – and my mum was there watching. I…

It’s all about the money.

Our school newsletter reported that ‘Christmas jumper day’ had raised £207.83 for charity. Great stuff. But I wonder how much Tesco, Asda, Primark, Matalan, Next etc made from it in additional jumper sales. Pupils were told that on the day of the school fair, they could donate £1 and wear a Christmas jumper or decorate…

At the Checkout

‘How are you today?’ ‘Fine, thanks. You?’ I reply, then turn away to bellow at my children, who are wrestling on the floor, as I try to stuff my massive amount of shopping into bags. ‘Not bad, thanks.’ I nod briefly and the lad on the checkout continues. ‘Have you much planned this afternoon?’ ‘GET UP OFF…