Dear mum guilt, you’re a bitch

img_6768So, in my day to day life, a lot of my guilt quota is consumed [quite literally] with feeling bad about something I ate.

And occasionally some short lived contrition for being mad at my husband purely because he’s not Harry Styles.

When I have the emotional space for indulging myself in other forms of conscience Continue reading

My #mumlife makeup routine

img_6028I’m at that point in life where I consider brushing my hair as making an effort, so you can imagine my ongoing disgruntlement over the fact that I don’t awaken each morning looking like a glowing, charmingly freckled, incredibly wealthy, fresh faced, Blake Lively. Due to unfortunate circumstances known as genetics, my face doesn’t do that. Nor do I wake up Continue reading

An open letter to my (pregnant) best friend 

imageI mentioned recently that my best ever friend in the long, extensive and tumultuous world history of best friends, is expecting her first baby in July. I’m pretty excited because, frankly, we have a small gang to populate and it’s about time she started pulling her weight. Not to mention, the idea of having mini me’s and mini her’s running around together becoming mini us’s, is pretty all-time. Continue reading