Diary of a Mediocre Mother on a Less Than Perfect Day

Oat bars - Office Mum

At midnight last night, I reached for the book on my bedside locker, then put it back. Before getting lost in the world of Upper-eastside Manhattan, I needed to have a think. To look back on the day, and trace where things went wrong. It wasn't a terrible day, just a mediocre-not-great day. I spent ...

Little Glimpses of the Boy I Forgot

eggshells - office mum

There’s a boy in my house. I met him for the first time last Friday, just for a few hours. He’s back again today, out of the blue. He’s agreeable and charming – he reminds me very much of someone I used to know; someone I forgot existed. Because for months now, we’ve been on ...

A Week in Dinners under the new Head Chef

thai red curry - office mum

Every now and then, Sinéad from Bumbles of Rice runs a linky where she shares details of a typical week in dinners, and invites others to do the same. For me, as a distinctly average cook, I like this a lot, because it makes me feel normal to see that other people are dishing up not-always-fancy ...

Seven Ways to Pretend to be Busy at Work

busy man - office mum

He's the busiest person in the office. Most of us know this person. He is always too busy to stop and talk. He must be important, because nobody could be that busy all the time and not be important. And whatever you do, don't ask him to take on anything else - can't you see he's already ...

This Too Shall Pass

bye bye sleepless nights

There are some platitudes that annoyed me as a new mother more than others, though I think it often depended on who the platitude-giver was and how little sleep I'd had the night before. My personal blood-pressure-raising one was "sleep when baby sleeps". I wanted to cry every time I heard it, and ask how that would help when ...

Girls Can Drive Trains Too

Duple girl - office mum

Playing Duplo trains with my three-year-old last week, we had a crisis. We couldn’t find the train driver. I picked up the girl who came with the set and put her in the driver’s seat. My little boy took her back out. “No, she is a girl – she can’t be the train driver. We ...