Can a person say they don’t like motherhood?

I knew very quickly when I had Jess I wasn’t’ like the other mums. They all loved their baby, keen to play, hold and cuddle their squishy ball of human. At one baby class I watched as a mother stared into her babies eyes, smiling and cooing, loving every second of their play. It appeared...

I caught the ‘mums’ – but there’s a social media cure for that.

My body. It's an amazing thing. It grew and housed another human. It provided food for that tiny human. It expanded, it shrunk, it contracted. It really is a source of amazement - I'm pretty amazed at just how much weight I managed to gain and carry when I was pregnant. I took the guidelines...

I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it!

If you don't think of Elf when reading that, then I feel sad for you. You don't need to have seen Elf for the post, but it might help your life in general.

I offer thee a Period Pack. May it improve your hormonal state and my life expectancy.

I should make a disclaimer that I was at the height of hormones when I wrote this. I apologise for any and all sexism. This apology will expire at onset of the next period. Also, I'm not really sorry, vagina life is a tough life. Think yourself lucky you don't own this contraption.

The REAL holiday essentials for traveling with kids. Oh, I forgot to add ducktape.

It’s holiday season, which means it’s ‘essentials for traveling with kids’ blog season. I’ve read so many ‘how to travel with kid’ blog posts, and although they are very practical and full of great tips, I think they lack a little something. A little ‘um, I think that’s illegal K’. As a seasoned traveller *ahem...

The one where depression tries to silence you

Sometimes I would like to say I’m sorry. To my partner. To my friends. But depression has a way of stifling, silencing my words, unable to be pronounced, never mind explained. Sometimes my actions, speak louder than words, but that voice is false and If I could use my words, I would explain to you...

Lost in Planet Parent. I miss the old me.

I had the best weekend recently. I got the luxury of a date night with my main man, we (I, it's always I) purchased tickets to a club to stomp along to a favourite DJ of ours, dropping some banging tunes - we still say stomp, drop and banging right? Months ago I bought the...