General Mum stuff

When Xav was born early and Tim’s illness started ramping up a bit I began to research alternative ways to keep my family as healthy as we could be. I looked into natural replacements for all the artificial and toxic products we use every day as a way to try

When my son, Xav was born I wasn’t prepared for how much of a hit my confidence would take. It didn’t really dawn on me until he was around a year/18 months old that I was a shell of a woman who desperately needed to remember who she was. I’d

In an interview with Vanity Fair, Adele has admitted suffering from post-natal depression which has left her ‘too scared’ to have another baby and talked in her own brilliant, inimitable way about how hard she’s found being a mum. How powerful that someone like Adele, who (to the rest of

Today has turned out to be one of those brilliant but un-plannable spontaneous days. It started out a bit crap if I’m honest, with some plans cancelled and the long expanse of a day with lots of hours to fill. Factor in that it’s been half term and I’ve been

Xav started pre-school in January at 2 ½ years old. Before his third birthday, he’d been exposed to two incidents of bullying. He wasn’t directly involved, but he was there. It shocked me. It hadn’t occurred to me that this was something I’d have to deal with when we were

You might remember that a few weeks ago I posted a plea on the blog for help with a survey about how women feel about going back to work after having children. Last week Donna (my fab partner in crime – we’re designing this series of confidence workshops together) and

When my little boy first saw me this morning after I’d got showered and dressed, he said: “Mummy, you look beautiful!” I’m knackered today. He’s not been well so he was up loads in the night and woke for the day at 4:46am. I felt so short-tempered and as thought

I am more than just a body. Three years into parenting and at thirty-three years old, I am finally able to utter these words without adding silent caveats, such as: “but it would be nice if my thighs were a bit thinner and my legs were a bit longer”. Being

The image of little Omran, the beautiful boy sitting in an ambulance, shell-shocked and changed forever by the battle in Aleppo is burned into my consciousness. As a mummy I can’t help but fight my instinct to look away as it is just too excruciating to be real. It’s hurting

The other day I had a conversation with my mother-in-law that’s had a really profound and liberating effect on me, and I want to share it with you in the hope that it might do the same for you. We were just catching up about the blog and how it’s