I’m a big fan of weddings. I pretty much always have been. Six years ago tomorrow was my wedding day. I was 24 years old, my hair was extremely long and honestly, I really needed to do a nervous pee on arrival at the church. Looking back- 24 seems so
I work a lot with women these days. Birth work and positive body-awareness and now moving into sexuality education… it sort of lends itself to a female-identifying crowd in our society. But every now and then- usually as part of a couple- I get to work with men. And generally
Back when I had my first baby, I didn’t have preconceived notions of how good or bad I would be at this parenting gig. I knew it would be hard. I knew from friends and family with kids, from the media and from my work with families over the years.
It’s the second week of school holidays and I have no day care this week. A few weeks back due to how under the weather I was, this would have been my worst nightmare (as you may have picked up from what I wrote at the time). But it’s just
Women are so amazing. Have I mentioned that before? I’ve had a week spent listening to and talking with some truly magnificent women and it’s just been freaking inspiring. And it’s made me think a bit about how we as women try to make ourselves smaller in so many ways.
It’s been a pretty full on week. First I ate that bad burger and it a little bit wrote off the weekend. It also meant I was pretty wrecked from the get go. During and following that episode I’ve had a tantrum-happy toddler with the sniffles who’s not keen to
I feel like I need to very quickly qualify something from my previous little article. I said in it that I found parenting manageable. Now, I said that because I have some background knowledge in child development and am a second-time around parent this time. So what I meant to
I feel I’m about to say something a bit controversial here, but I also think I cannot be the only one who feels it. Babies are so much easier than husbands. Not that kids are easy in general by the way, just easi-ER. The role I play in raising my
I’m a bit tired of reading about how to fix ‘Mummy Burn Out’ lately. And I’ll tell you why. It’s because I’m burnt out. And although I appreciate the well-meaning suggestions of those writers, there’s simply not enough ice cream or cups of tea in a quiet room to sort
I recently watched a stand-up comedy special by Chris Rock on Netflix in which he said that parents need to stop telling their children that they are special. It was so worth watching. And I really do see his point and what he means from his own world-view. Certainly it’s