Why Being a Single Parent is Actually Fine

I am fine.  I am totally, totally fine. Now, I realise that by saying that I sound like I am actually not fine, and am merely trying to convince myself of it, and that I am probably sitting in a rapidly cooling bath right now with mascara streaming down my face, hugging my knees and cradling…

The Liebster Award

I have been nominated for a blogging award! I know, it was bound to happen.  Only a matter of time.  I had my speech already prepared.  I would like to thank Piglet, my mother, my late father, my brothers, every member of my extended family, all my friends, anyone who has ever poked me on Facebook (what…

How I Became a Real Blogger

So this weekend I attended my very first blogging conference. I know! Like I was a real blogger and general all-round social media whizz kid, rather than a hopeless numpty who just spent 20 minutes of valuable Piglet sleepytime browsing the Internets searching for “ways to add social media buttons to WordPress blog header,” not…

The Mummy-Guilt Starts Here

I had always prided myself on not being the sort of mother who got all soppy and upset about being separated from her wee bambino. Because we are all sorts of mothers, right?  Working mothers, stay at home mothers, breastfeeding mothers, bottle-feeding mothers.  Like, it’s ALL ABOUT THE JUDGEMENT. Anyway, I had previously poured scorn…

You can tell a lot about a man by how he treats his mother….

When they were both wee nippers, one of my brothers hit the other one around the head with a toy milk float. It was probably the most dangerous use of a milk float until that episode of Father Ted where the evil milkman places a bomb on his milk float and Dougal gets stuck driving…

Knackered. Knackered. Too knackered to do anything. At all.

Knackered.  And it’s not even 7pm.  And yet, if I were to go to bed, it would take me ages to get to sleep, and then I would keep waking up and running to the loo every five minutes.  Aargh.  Honestly do not think I can face going back to work tomorrow. I have, naturally,…

Fatal Stabbing?

Aargh another needle-related disaster! Just as I was starting to think I was getting good at it as well.  Just stick the thing in and it doesn’t even hurt. I FORGOT TO PINCH MY BELLY BEFORE INJECTING!!!! Not just today, but possibly yesterday as well (can’t remember). And now my ovaries hurt. Surely this means…

New Year New Me. As per bloody usual.

2nd January 2012 New year, new diary. This time, I will stick with it, I promise. I would have started yesterday, but I had such a raging hangover that I was unable to move from my bed, let alone focus my eyes on a bright computer screen. As a result of this, my number one…