Multi-tasking: Typing while saving Sonny Jim from stunts like this…
BEING a mummy is a job like no other.
I mean, in what other role would you be prepared to be on call 24/7, get literally pooped on, get screamed at for hours at a time and your only reward be an occasional wobbly smile and a tiny hand wrapped around your finger?
But two years down the line of mummying and I have to concede that I’ve definitely picked up a few new skills.
Here are some of the most utilised:
- Mum-versations: The ability to chat to another parent, break off to shout/pick-up/wipe down your child, and then pick up the conversation again without missing a stride. Continue reading
Child-free… and enjoying the fizz
It’s not often I get a whole toddler-free Saturday afternoon.
So when I do, I really, really want them to be fun. Which is why I was delighted to be invited along to Pink Vanilla Events’ first ever tipsy tea party.
Held at the Rayleigh Club, the afternoon is the brainchild of creative director, Amy Langmead.
And, Oh My God, was it a fun few hours.
When we arrived at 2pm we were greeted by a couple of butlers in the buff (*blushes*) and handed a glass (the first of many) of prosecco. (NB if you’re given a glass of prosecco with a puff of blue candyfloss on the top, eat it, don’t push it into your glass. It’ll turn your fizz blue and you’ll end up looking like you’ve got a flute of WKD blue in your hand. Classy.) Continue reading
Mums supporting mums: #thereforher
Do you know three mums? I’m pretty sure most of us do.
The thing is, statistically, one of them is struggling with a mental health issue – right now.
And all of them – especially new mums – are, probably, battling loneliness at some point each and every week.
This week though, it’s maternal mental health week. It shouldn’t take a campaign to remind us that mums matter, but us mamas are pretty good at putting everybody else’s needs before our own.
And it’s doing us no good. One of the most scary statistics I’ve read is that suicide is the leading direct cause of death for mums within the first year after their child is born. Continue reading
Not quite as put together as the duchess: Our first night at home with our boy
Unless you’ve been living under a rock this past week, it won’t have escaped your notice that we have a new baby prince – little Louis Arthur Charles.
And on Monday, the Duchess of Cambridge, appeared mere hours after giving birth to her third child, at the hospital entrance looking like she’d been on a relaxing spa weekend or something.
She looked absolutely immaculate… which is a little awe-inspiring when just seven hours earlier she’d been reaching the end of a five-hour labour.
But, somewhat depressingly, her post-partum appearance now appears to be something to be criticised, with some claiming it puts pressure on all new mums to look that put together.
Can we just all take a minute and get a bit of perspective? Continue reading
Midwives at the Lindo Wing of St Mary’s Hospital, London, where the Duchess of Cambridge gave birth to her three children were trained in hypnobirthing ahead of the newest prince’s arrival.
This decision comes almost two years after expectant parents in North Essex were the first to be offered hypnobirthing courses on the NHS. Indeed Colchester Hospital has the highest number of hypnobirth teachers in the UK and TOWIE stars including Sam and Billie Faiers are among the celebs to have attended hypnobirthing classes.
Here Keri Jarvis, who runs Essex’s Do it Like a Mother Hypnobirthing (www.doitlikeamother.co.uk) chats to me about it… Continue reading
Just how important are siblings? My Sonny Jim
We’ve just had International Sibling Day and it got me thinking…
Just how important are sisters and brothers?
I’m one of four (the elder sister of triplets. Yes, triplets. I knoooow.) Sonny Jim’s daddy is one of three (a big brother to two sisters.)
Growing up, both our homes were noisy, busy, at times raucous, places. As the eldest, we both looked out for the littles that followed us. Learnt to share, to row, to compromise. To love – even when they stole your hair straighteners (yes, Clair, I’m talking about you) or left the milk out before your breakfast (warm milk…yuuuuk. Thanks for that Luke and Sam.) Continue reading
Sometimes with a toddler, a husband, a job, a blog, a dog, and an endless to-do and should-do list, it can be a bit difficult finding a bit of time to just be me.
To get a bit giggly, to have a glass – or three – of prosecco, to chatter about stuff that isn’t important, but just interesting.
And it appears I’m not alone with this.
Which is why the Amazing Club came about.
Set up by two make-up artists (who happen to be sisters-in-law) its aim is to be somewhere women can escape, chat and rediscover themselves. To stop feeling like a watered down version of yourself. To meet new people. A reason to make time for you. It’s not just for mummies. Or business women. It’s for all women. A supportive group. A grown-up gang. A tribe. Continue reading