Societal expectations of marriage and relationships have changed over time. Families where both parents work, the primary caregiver (if children are a part of the family unit) often doesn’t exist and household duties are shared equally. Whether you’re male, female, gender fluid or non binary (there are many other “classifications” I just don’t know them… Continue reading We’re Partners, not Parent and Child
A lot can change when you look at a photograph. Let me first clarify that the “you” that I am referencing is not just one person. It’s multiple people from the last decade of my life. It will be explained further but the incidences that I am about to talk about are not in order,… Continue reading An open letter to you: I’m done.
I know what you’re thinking, instantly “oh great another mum bashing stay at home mums because they stay at home and do nothing all day.” Not quite. You see, I too was a SAHM for a grand total of 6 and a half glorious months. I went back to work, simply because realistically, my family… Continue reading The luxury of the SAHM
I wrote this blog post when for the first time in 6 months I was simultaneously baby free and husband free. Hurrah! (Nope turned out to be pretty boring) A was at my mums and the husbun was playing a wedding as part of the function band that he’s in. I’d never been in my… Continue reading Too Young, Too Dumb…To be a Mum
So this one is kind of serious, feel free to press ‘back’ and go look for a more light hearted post. I mean you can read it too, that would be great. It has a lot more pictures than usual but it’s one of those posts where it was kinda necessary. So, Before I had… Continue reading I Look Like I Did Before…But Different
Growing up it was just the two of us. It wasn’t Gilmore Girls, it was life. I spent the first 9 years of my life in America, where I was born, before moving to the UK where I’ve stayed ever since. It wasn’t like TV, you couldn’t slot me in on Dawson’s Creek just like… Continue reading How my Mother ruined “Motherhood” for me
When my son was about a month old, I took him to the supermarket with me because for once I thought, ‘No, I won’t leave him at home, slaving away cleaning the house for me, I’ll let him see daylight.’ He was on the shopping trolley (baby trolleys have baby shaped supports they can lay… Continue reading I Won’t Apologise For My Baby