So shoot me

Two weeks ago, the toddler discovered television. And I am so happy. I know it's not good for him, I know at twenty months he is too young for TV, but my happiness outweighs any anxiety or guilt I might have about this. For the first time in six years, I can make dinner in the ...

Good day, good parent?

I worry a lot that I'm not very good at being a parent.  I work outside the home because financially I have to, as many mothers do. I also enjoy my job, and wonder sometimes if it's easy to hide behind the financial obligation - how would I really feel if suddenly it was possible to ...

The mommy-track

  Working mothers are being put on the “mommy track” according to an article in the Independent last week.   We have so many terms to learn all the time it’s hard to keep up – for anyone who is not familiar with it, “mommy track” refers to the sidelining of mothers in the workplace.   Assumptions being made by ...

Stop pointing at the bumps!

So women are fasting and over-exercising during pregnancy to avoid weight gain - "Pregorexia", which is a dangerous obsession with staying slim while pregnant, is on the rise, according to a recent article in Grazia. They are desperate to maintain their pre-pregnancy figures as far as possible, and to avoid putting on weight that will be difficult ...

His Best Friend’s Wedding

wedding glasses - office mum

As the best man said “we’ve known each other since we were kids, and I’m very honoured and proud to be standing here today” , we all turned towards his wife, inclining our heads and expressing a silent “awwwww!” . Partly as we were genuinely moved by the best man’s words, but also as a ...

my so-called lie-in

My husband and I don't do weekend lie-ins on alternate days, though I know lots of people who do. For us it just hasn't worked well for lots of reasons, not in the least because I'm a very light sleeper, so it's not a given that my lie-in would include much actual sleeping. Especially when the ...

A Shout out for the Middle Child

On Saturday morning, as happens in houses all over the country on weekend mornings, my three kids bundled into our bed, at various times ranging from 5am to the somewhat more civilised 8 o'clock. The baby was snuggled into me, and Clara, my five year old was cuddled up with her dad. Emmie, my middle child, ...