When you’re pregnant there comes a point where you worry you’ll stay that big forever. It’s around the time you start wearing flip-flops because you can’t reach your feet and your husband’s gone to work without putting your socks on for you. You wonder if eating your own body-weight in Haribo was such a good […]
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But darling, can't you be friends with someone wearing Boden?
My son has his first best friend. It’s not that he’s spent the last three years in solitary confinement, you understand, just that up until now I have always chosen his friends for him. (My husband points out this trait of mine is not solely directed at the children). When your babies are tiny they play with […]
What really happened at Legoland
I am in possession of a perfectly good husband however his erratic working hours mean I am frequently forced to fly solo with my trio of toddlers. Weddings, baptisms and funerals – I’m an expert in the art of social single parenting. I should by now know my limits. Attempting Legoland with three under fours […]
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I wonder if I made the wrong choice. I wonder when I watch my son play without a brother, when I celebrate milestones which should have come in pairs. I wonder if the doctors were wrong in their gloomy prognosis of a child without a future. I wonder what would have happened if we […]
What would the nanny want with your pants?
“They’ve vanished – every single pair.” We’re going away for a weekend wedding and my husband is tearing around the house looking for a pair of pants. There is not a single pair to be found anywhere. “The nanny must have taken them.” “Don’t be ridiculous – why on earth would the nanny take them?” […]
Confessions of a Terrible Wife
Not particularly hot on the heels of Confessions of a Bad Mother come the promised Confessions of a Terrible Wife. I share them in the expectation my readers will not only absolve me of my sins, but that you will alleviate my guilt by sharing your own shameful secrets. My husband tips his loose change […]