VOICES

Last week I posted about a lady that was coming out of refuge that needed some help, since then we have raised over £6,000. Because these are your hard earned pennies and I remain overwhelmed & forever grateful to all of you I thought it would be good for you guys to know where its […]

Pattern Change Programme

Today I was contacted with a screenshot of a message from a lady who is part of a private Domestic abuse group.  The screenshot was from a young mum asking the other mums in similar situations how they were getting through Christmas living with the guilt that they couldn’t buy their babies many presents. I […]

Innocent conversations

Isn’t it funny how listening to your children’s innocent conversations can hurt your heart without them even knowing….. Driving along with all five babies and Betsy points out out the window to Tallulah her friend and her mum…. Tallulah “It isn’t her mum, I told you, it’s her foster mum, she isn’t allowed to see […]

Work-Parenting-Life Balance

I have received hundreds of messages since my original post, from all types of people – they have come as far as Sweden and Australia. These are mums who stay at home but yearn to work, from dads who work too hard and too far away from home, from women who are now Grandmas that […]

We’re all the same

Today in-between work meetings I stopped at Tesco to grab some lunch….I might have been losing my shit on the phone to a contractor, slightly too loud, with the window down, when a brand new white Audi 4×4 pulled up alongside me… ….out got a pristine lady…platinum blonde hair no roots, with this seasons mulberry […]

Sisterhood

Most days Betsy hates being the big sister. She has two younger sisters who constantly trash her room, steal her limited-edition sharpie pens, trot about the house in her expensive leotards and wake her up each morning way before she’s ready. She has two younger brothers that always guess her iPhone password and prank call […]

Back to school

So we are only into day 3 of ‘back to school’ and I’ve been a ‘shit mum’ repeatedly since Monday. This weeks epic fuck ups have included: Leaving 2 coats worth £60 on the pavement because I was too busy trying to convince a 2 year old it’s ok to piss in a bush before […]

My darling Edie

My darling Edie, Hopefully by the time you’re old enough to read this post you’ll be old enough to understand why you have just cried yourself to sleep in this picture. Your blotchy red arms, tear stricken face and the way you make little sobbing noises in your sleep is as horrid for me to […]