In their shoes

One day we will be in their shoes.

Our body will be less able, things will take longer and we will need to plan more.

We will rely on others to help us, we will have more time in the day to do what we need to but less time in the years to do what we want to.

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The motherhood juggle

The motherhood juggle. It comes with constant overwhelm, intense guilt and extreme exhaustion. ⠀ ⠀

Children, employment, housework, gardening, socialising and spending time with your husband and wider family. There are so many balls in the air, all the time. Some balls are heavier than others but every day you try to control their path by keeping them in motion and catching them before they fall. It’s hard and tiring work which often rids you of personal time, personal care and personal sanity. ⠀ ⠀

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Shopping for knowledge

As many of you who have been following my IG stories for a while now will know that we were without a fully operating fridge for 10 weeks a few months ago. It would only last 3 hours before beeping away because the heat wasn’t regulating and more often than not the inside was warmer than room temperature. In hindsight this was possibly responsible for the serious case of food poisoning which Mark and I feel victim to for two days. 

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Daddy Daycare

When you leave your child with their dad on their own for the first time:

1. You prepare everything for them. There is no room for error.

2. You explain the instructions repeatedly.

3. You ask them to confirm that they understand repeatedly.

4. You drive out the gate.

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I free you

Dear body,⠀ ⠀

I have been upset at you recently. Through my miscarriage I felt that you failed me. I felt that you didn’t pay attention to my hurt and tested my patience because I often have tested yours.⠀ ⠀

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Inner child

Tonight you helped me.
It’s meant to be the other way around, I know that. I should be teaching you, leading you and settling you. Normally I do, but tonight it didn’t work like that. We had been travelling for hours. You were fed up, I was fed up, your dad was fed up. It was fair enough. We all had our reasons.

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Our constant valentine

Two years ago things were different. 

We didn’t celebrate today because you don’t support commercialism.

I have learnt to live with that.

We did however enjoy each other’s company over a quiet dinner out. It was just the two of us.

There was no bath time routine to tend to, no chaotic mess to clean up and no finger food to prepare.

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