I really try to not be one of those parents who impose their lifestyles on their children. You know, like those kids of awful hippies they’ve started putting in the Guardian Saturday magazine, who don’t have TVs and say precocious things about global warming. Little shites.
Although I’d love my kid to be into handsome wooden [...]

After nearly two years of interrupted sleep, Louis is finally starting to settle into one screaming, hysterical wake-up in the night instead of about five. This leaves my addled mind free to pursue long, involved anxiety dreams about his welfare, which are just as annoying and time consuming as getting up every half an hour [...]

Against our better judgement, we got Louis a keyboard for Christmas, featuring pre-programmed tunes of varying awfulness. After ignoring it, then pressing a few buttons, then finding out that it had ‘Livin’ On A Prayer’ on it which made Mummy rock out in an embarrassing fashion, Louis has settled on his favourite piece of music. [...]

As an experienced imbiber of booze, I like to think I Know My Limits, so when I went out with my friend for a standard dinner, chinwag, 2 buckets of wine night, I didn’t think I would spend the entire next day clutching the toilet bowl. But there I was, green and addled and in [...]

I don’t know about everyone else, but having a child seems to knock all those new year thoughts of health and self improvement on the head - my only resolution for 2009 is to SURVIVE. (and crowbar cake and coffee into my head every hour on the hour). Louis has taken to having the most [...]

These days, you’d think that it would be frowned upon to send small children to go and sit on the knee of a fat, bearded old codger with a possible drink problem. Especially one whose name is an anagram of Satan. But Santa somehow manages to slip through the net every year, merrily lurking about [...]

PARP!!!
Very excited to have been asked to submit to the Best Of British Mummy Bloggers Carnival, where you can vote for your favourite Mamma blogga and generally trawl through a fine array of writing by multi-tasking ladies with Pontipine stickers welded to their laptop screens. Of course, if you’re feeling generous you could always vote [...]

I know I should never read celeb interviews about motherhood - it’s never going to be a realistic picture. Celebrity mothers have about as much involvement in the lives of their golden offspring as I do in the lives of the people who serve me in Boots (there are quite a lot of them, couldn’t [...]

I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person (except when it comes to wine, boys and the life and times of Kerry Katona) but I’ve got a disturbing new fixation - Russell Grant’s internet horoscopes. Yes, the chubby 80s stargazing loon, famous for his frightening jumpers, is now on my homepage, dictating my very [...]

Don’t you just love all the lame cheap marketing opportunities the financial crisis has thrown our way? The other day I saw a sign advertising ‘the credit crunch pub lunch’  - (mmm, tasty cardboard box topped with the bitter sting of tears - I’ll have seconds please!)  I’m not an ex employee of Goldman Sachs [...]