At 1.40am this morning my dreams were punctured by the sound of ear-splitting screams coming from the floor next to my bed. I leaned over, my mind a fug, not sure exactly what was going on, and in my zombie-like state I picked up Piglet, who had rolled out of bed. Rolled out of bed….
Month: February 2016
Postman Pat in Still On TV Shocker
Postman Pat, Postman Pat, Postman Pat and his black and white cat. Early in the morning, just as day is dawning, he picks up all the postbags in his van…… Who among the thirtysomethings of today doesn’t look back with a warm glow of nostalgia when hearing that tune? A tune so catchy I’ve probably…
My Contribution to the Obesity Epidemic?
I have a confession to make. A deep, dark confession. Today I gave my son a piece of Rocky Road. It was just a tiny piece. OK, two tiny pieces. No, three. But they were no more than bite-sized. He had three bites of Rocky Road. He is eighteen months old. Am I a bad…
Having it all? Or just being a bit rubbish at it all?
Today, dear readers, I am going to talk about Having It All. Because that is a topic that doesn’t get much airtime, oh no, no one writes about the Blessed Womanly Curse of Having It All. For me, Having It All means working full time, parenting and then trying to blog in the evenings after…
How I Ended Up as a Single Mother
It seems that every story I read about a single mother starts with some terrible heartache. An abusive relationship, a man who wasn’t all he seemed, a period of domestic bliss followed some time later by a bitter divorce. Well, I’m not here to tell you another one of those stories. My story of single…
Surviving Valentine’s Day as a Single Parent
It’s that time of year again. No, not the first day of the summer holidays. Not my birthday. Not even my birthday prior to 2010, when I decided we were going to start working backwards from now on. It’s BLOODY VALENTINE’S DAY. You know the drill. In the red corner (red is for hearts, innit)…
An Ode to Breastfeeding
Boobs. There I said it. Boobs. Such a comical word. A word that conjures up images of a cackling Sid James chasing Barbara Windsor around a hospital where she is, quite obviously, dressed as a nurse, albeit one with more cleavage and leg on display than your average ward sister. I always found my own…
CBeebies Takes Over My Brain
I write this in a state of frenzied insomnia brought about by the theme tune to My Pet and Me whirling around incessantly in my head. It’s quite a catchy tune, that. So is The Time Has Come to Say Goodnight. And Goodbye Sun, Hello Moon. And come to think of it Andy’s Dinosaur Adventures…
Raising a Feminist Boy
As a teacher, I don’t often mention my job on this blog as I prefer to keep that part of my life private and professional; however, one thing I will say is that my students are an inspiration. Every time I fear for the future of humanity (which is basically every day), I think of…
OUTRAGE as Katie Price BLASTED for making unremarkable parenting choice!
There was a time when I would have read anything about Katie Price and lapped it up with a sort of fiendish delight, before launching into a tirade about what a terrible human being she is and how she has set the cause of feminism back two hundred years to the pre-Wollstonecraft days when, you…