Mummy's Rant

There are beautiful people in life, with ugly souls. Fact. Regrettably life has a tendency to throw shits like this into our paths. Social interaction with them is the only time that I wish my parents hadn't brought me up to be so polite, but as I try to console myself, the meerkat wouldn't be picking a fight with me. You know the adage "shit in, shit out"? Well it's a phrase that was coined to describe what happens when shits breed. While I've four decades of experience, my children are only starting out on their own journey. My girls know bullying is not OK. They know it's not right to call people names. They know it's not OK to criticise the way people look, or talk, where they live, how they live, what they have or don't have. We gave our children boundaries. Not everyone does. I can't protect my children completely, but I've been able to use their experiences to demonstrate how shits in glitter are still shits. Of course we d

It’s that time of night when I’m lying in bed letting random shit run through my head - what I need to buy tomorrow to restock the fridge; how long I can leave it til I absolutely must wash my hair; how I’ve inadvertently smashed January.  If I'm honest, sleep is elusive tonight - Ju is away for work, so his place in the bed, as well as most of mine, is occupied by a snoring micro Humphrey, currently Bogart-ing the duvet. There are two studies that I would love to read: how something so small (your average child/toddler/baby/cat) can a) take up so much room and b) make so much noise. Oh, and why baby poo stains everything orange...  I’ve also just found the sweetest letter waiting for me in mini-me’s room - a little note that has made my heart happy. All is well in our house, yet I'm still awake, worrying. Parenting is fucking hard. I’m doing my best and I’d like to think I’m doing ok.  Sometimes I shout, sometimes I cry and sometimes I seriously consider boarding school. I’