Let me entertain you
I read something the other day that said the way parents are forced to work – whether that’s…
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Very excited to announce the launch of our first FREE non-panel, non-networking event. This event is not about…
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The one question that keeps coming up here is, ‘what’s Matt [my husband] doing?’ From my social media…
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Yesterday my eldest daughter said, “Why did you walk past that man asking for money?” I literally stopped…
more ›Not just one day
When did I quit my career? I think it was possibly sooner than I imagined; it was at…
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I can’t remember what a holiday was like without kids. I have a vague sense of luxuriating by…
more ›Floundering about
My folks brought me up to ‘go for it’. Whether it was an intense netball game, a job…
more ›False starts
This is an extract from the Sunday Times Bestselling book Parenting the shit out of Life for Smallish…
more ›A soft touch
I saw a reflection of myself last week in the window of Eve’s nursery. I was hovering over…
more ›Caring is sharing
It’s only since having my own kids that I’ve truly realised what my sister and I put my…
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‘Tis the season to be jolly. Or simply very stressed about everything there is to do and everyone…
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“Do you have any questions?” I remember being asked, aged 24, during an interview for a position on…
more ›No soggy bottoms
Evie is exactly 154 days old, which seems so fresh and new still. Matt said to me the…
more ›Food glorious food
This is an advertorial post So we’ve all been there: your kid gets presented with a divine plate…
more ›Money, money, money #ad
Money and I have never been firm comrades. It’s bizarre, really, because I was a dedicated, head-braced student (with awkward posture and…
more ›I will survive
Ever wondered how eye-twitching, exhausted parents get through the day? Here’s how I keep them alive Let…
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This is an advertorial post It’s the slow, deliberate sweep of food off a plate or table…
more ›Just desserts
It was three years ago on an evening when I’d forgotten I’d invited two mates round for dinner….
more ›‘Tis the season
Christmas Eve last year was traumatic. My mum’s fondue set from 1964 blew up in spectacular style –…
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Anyone who has seen my Instagram stories recently can attest to the incubus I’ve become. Snotty, raspy, puffy-faced…
more ›Styling it out
The mum jean. That high-waisted, crotch-ruffling, saggy-bottomed trew. In my mind it’s something I could pull off. In…
more ›Down with the kids
People may have been having kids since before Jesus was born, but that doesn’t make tending to the…
more ›Chic and cheerful
I was 28 weeks pregnant when I uttered the optimistic and utterly deranged words, ‘let’s renovate the kitchen’….
more ›Too cool for school
I’ve never bagged the prize for excellence, only ever effort. I’d be the one lolloping about at the…
more ›Oh what a night
We wrote a book together called Parenting The Shit Out of Life. Both Matt and I are still…
more ›We are family
Other than the occasional run-in over a dismembered Barbie doll, my sister and I used to mainly…
more ›Just do it
My parental agenda is painfully simple: Let her choose. For all the dinosaurs, princesses, blue and pink divides…
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