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Month: September 2016
Welcome to the World of Mothers
“Welcome to the World of Mothers,” said no one, ever. But yet I was a newcomer in the World of Mothers, and the other Mothers knew it. With tales of breastfeeding woes and terrible births, of reassuring smiles and messages in the dead of night to tell me I was doing OK, the World of…
Single Mum Speaks: Award Winning Blogger
“First I’d like to thank my mother, for inspiring my many complaints about her, and for having the good grace to recognise that I am usually joking. Secondly, I would like to thank my friends, for believing in me, and for giving me the likes on Facebook that give my life meaning and validation. Thirdly,…
Single Mum Cooks: Sprout stir-fry
Let’s face it, once September rolls around, there’s only one thing on everyone’s mind. Well, one thing in addition to Strictly and whichever blow-the-budget Sunday night costume drama is currently doing the televisual rounds. And that thing is Christmas. The leaves are going a bit brown. Sort of, ish. Maybe, almost? Dig out those opaques,…
Bridget Jones’ Baby
I have yet to see the new film, but I like to imagine that Bridget Jones’ baby is rollin’ something like this. At least they will be if they are anything like my, um, toddler. 10th September 2016 Weight: About a stone, apparently (Mummy says scales not entirely accurate as keep saying she is half…
“There’s no such thing as bad weather. Only bad clothing.”
One of my friends is married to a man who loves the outdoors. I’m not sure if he was the first to come up with this statement, but it was via him (and her) that I first heard it. Personally, my own love of the outdoors was a slow burner. My parents are not what…
Single Mum Cooks: Plum Crumble
It is perhaps on this evening more than any other that I start to feel jealous of retired people. As I stare bleakly into the gaping chasm of another school year, knowing that from here on, the nights are getting longer, the days colder and my only available “free time” is likely to be spent sleeping-or…
Why I Don’t Love My Post-Baby Body
When I was pregnant, I paid little heed to my changing shape. As someone who had always been slim, I embraced my growing bump as one would an interesting novelty item. Something to be enjoyed for its newness and difference, but which would soon be discarded. As someone who had always been tiny, I loved…