Category: mum life

Mum life: things I’ve learnt in the first year

So I know I’ve been super-crap on the old blog post front recently. Two main reasons, firstly, I don’t usually have much different to say day-to-day so instead tend to bore/Rex spam everyone on Insta stories and secondly, there’s this thing called full-time work, which is…

One size does (not) fit all

Evening all, I’ve been thinking about something all day and so thought I’d share as, as you know, I like to overshare. A good friend of mine (hi Jo!) shared this Facebook post yesterday and my brain has gone into overdrive. Shock. If you haven’t read…

Significant others

I’m supposed to be tidying the house, but the dirty gigantor baby hand prints will still be all over the bath tomorrow, right? I know I’ve talked about going back to work and trying to find the balance of juggling my fucking chaotic life. It’s an…

Dear Rex…

I’ve always wondered why in the fuck parents have birthday parties for babies. I mean, it’s not like they know what’s going on, give a shit or remember, is it? I never thought I’d be someone throwing a fucking great party for my son’s first birthday,…

Half measures

I’m having a bit of a wobble today. I know a lot of working parent’s will identify with the term half measures when it comes to work/life balance. That’s how I feel like I’ve lived my life for the past 10 weeks since returning to work,…

An open love letter to Charlize Theron

Let me start by saying if you haven’t seen the film Tully (which, unless you’re a keeno like me you won’t have because it only came out yesterday), you might wanna hold off/not read this. I’ll try to stay as spoiler-free as possible but want to…

How to (not) handle returning to work

I’ve been back at work for two weeks and we are all alive – HURRAH! I say that, but maaaaan, it’s been a fucking bumpy ride. Shocker, huh? 😉 I was beside myself upset on the Sunday night before my first day back at work. And…

Back to work blues

If someone asked me to choose my favourite ‘me as a mum’ picture, it would be this one. An odd choice some might say given that I look like an semi-naked extra from The Walking Dead. But there’s method in my madness, promise. I took this…

New starter

I feel like I spend my life worrying about how Rex will be affected by various events in his life. I’m his mum, I want to protect him and keep him safe, so I prepare everything for him, no matter what the situation, to make sure…

Returning to work jitters

Rex turned eight months on Saturday and I’m sat in bed wondering where the hell that time has gone. In the past I’ve heard other mums say things like ‘oh how did you get so big?!’ and ‘how are you six months old already?’ to their…