*Rant alert* – How is this still acceptable…!?

I have a confession to make. I took a redundancy from work a while back and have had a sort of extra maternity leave. But without the baby. Or the toddler trying to kill the baby. Or the toddler trying to kill me because I had a baby and ruined her life. Or me crying…

My real hero this Christmas

My sister went off this morning without whingeing or crying or making a fuss. She didn’t kick and scream while I put on her socks or did her hair. She didn’t even moan about having to leave her two small kids and dog in our care while she went off to spend a calm day…

Choosing childcare: the agonies

You need to have decided by the count of three. One, two, two and a half, two and three quarters… What is it about big decisions? Buying a house? Taking a new job? Choosing someone to entrust with your children for ten hours a day, shaping their personalities and futures? Decisions that might affect the…

Sometimes working, always Mum

The other day I was sitting at my desk writing up some meeting notes that needed to be sent off within the next half hour when I remembered something crucial. It was fancy dress day at school on Friday and it was already Wednesday. My seven year old was insistent she was going as Pippi…

To be guilty or not to be

Stella, whose eldest is fifteen, says she has been working longer with kids than without and claims to not remember what it felt like to go back to work after her first born. It was all a milk-addled, caffeine-stimulated, sleep-deprived haze. And fifteen years ago. For me, it’s still feels quite fresh. In fact I…

Srsly. Is it a Mummy day though?

Have you ever heard those words? ‘Is it a Mummy day?’ And had to answer ‘No’. We have. Like 65 squillion times. Obviously the little monkeys can’t usually even speak the first time you sneak off to work, so that helps. But you know they’re thinking it. They know stuff. On the other hand we…