The (very) dirty secrets of a sleep deprived mum

imageLast night I managed to knock my hairbrush into the toilet while my son was in the process of doing a wee.

He’s three, so he still sits down to pee, and yet somehow the brush still managed to slip through the infinitesimal gap created between the back of the toilet seat and his miniature scale bottom. The lack of Continue reading

Diary of a child free Tuesday 

imageI am carrying a small handbag.

Not just carrying it. Swinging it beside me. Swinging it with carefree abandon.

Aforementioned small swinging handbag contains my wallet, lipgloss, phone, a pair of many times lost and miraculously found again cheap imitation sunglasses, about 17 Continue reading