I was warned to wear waterproof mascara at the Tesco Magazine Mum of the Year Awards 2011. I wasn’t warned not to whinge to anyone who’d listen beforehand about the horrors of not being able to find the kettle after moving house. Shallow? Yup, I definitely felt it as eight amazing mums came up on …
I was watching telly with my girls recently and there was one of those toe-curling moments. It was an ad for a pregancy test, and said more or less you could get a result before you’d even missed a period. ‘You could find out you’re pregnant even before you meet the man, at this rate,’ I …
My lovely friend Z, who lives in California, has sent me a link to a New York Times article on parents killing their teenage children. Now everyone knows my own children are perfectly behaved *ahem* *ahem ahem* (I really must get some lozenges for my persistent tickly cough) but there are moments when I’ve been sorely …
Well, it’s finally happening. We have bought a new house and we are going to move into it over half term. Naturally, it’s not as easy as that. It’s taken many lawyers, negotiations, broken nights and hoo-has to get this far. And we’re not even there yet. Part of me feels relieved that we’ve got …
Child Two and I recently watched Jamie Oliver’s American Food Revolution and I don’t mind admitting I blubbed when he bounced into a class of five and six year olds, held up a tomato, and literally NOT ONE child knew what on earth it was. They couldn’t even identify a potato in its natural state, …
Living with teenagers is like being in a permanent hostage situation. There is a constant stand-off between the terrorist (teenager) and hapless negotiator (parent). There is a perpetual threat of violence in the air or, if not actual violence (my girls are lovely girls!) then at least of outbreaks of major door slamming and a teenage …