Coming of Age {Turning 40 isn’t all bad}

At 15 years of age, you think you know everything. Remember that phase? The fact is, whatever stage of life we’re in, we do know more than we did in the last. Even the defiant, opinionated 15 year old has a point – she (for argument’s sake) certainly knows more than a 5 year old and a decade of experience…

A Midlife Pity Party

I’ve been struggling lately, trying to work out what to post on here. But you probably knew that already. I moved away from my family lifestyle blog (of 4 years) for various reasons and last week I finally re-routed the URL to land directly here instead. But 6 months in and I’ve kind of come unstuck. Have I fallen out of…

When Marriage is Hard Work

“That was back when we had a functional family” said my husband as he reminisced about a past weekend away camping in Dorset. It was said in jest but I think we both knew there was an element of truth behind it. Parenting teenagers is flipping hard work; this can sometimes mean that marriage is hard work too. As far as parenting goes,…

9 Ways to Help Yourself When Life Gets Messy

I always thought my life was on an even keel. In fact I’m ashamed to admit that I *almost* thought I had it sorted – nice house, well behaved kids, holidays abroad, enough money in the bank for a rainy day. But you know what happens when we become a little too comfortable, don’t you? Life gets messy! Compared to…

Are you a Kick-a-holic?

[dropcap]I[/dropcap] read some literature not so long ago, that talked about ‘kicks’.  At the time, I was commencing yet another course and the reading material that accompanied it, urged us not to treat this course as just another ‘kick’. What’s a ‘kick’ I hear you cry?  Well if you’re well known for starting things and not finishing them, getting excited…

Do we really hate Mother-in-Laws?

[dropcap]L[/dropcap]et’s start with a confession: I have a cleaner. Now that’s out in the open, we can continue….. My cleaners come once a week; they come as a pair. I’m not sure if they spend more time drinking coffee and chatting than mopping the floor and dusting but either way, I always return to a house that smells of Flash and kitchen…

Was There Life B.F. (Before Facebook)?

[dropcap]I[/dropcap] remember the exact time and place when my friend mentioned she had been whiling away her morning on Facebook, catching up with old school mates and reminiscing. “What’s Facebook?” I innocently enquired (don’t mock, I was a mother with 3 children under 7 and a head full of Cbeebies). “Oh it’s fab” she said “You really must check it out”. And so I did.…

Cheering from the Sidelines

[dropcap]I[/dropcap] took this photograph at the weekend and I love it. Not because I have a foot fetish you understand (on the contrary) but because it represents something very special to me. The girls to whom these feet belong, are my ‘Tribe’. Before you switch off at my use of the word ‘Tribe’ (let’s all agree that it is rather icky), these…