One year on…

A year ago my husband and I separated. I want to share this for anyone going through a separation, wondering if they’ll ever feel ok again.


Bedtime. It isn’t glorious. It doesn’t last an hour (I’m looking at you, CBeebies). These are our stages of bedtime. Every. Painful. Night.

How to spot a threenager…

How on earth have I been a mother for eight years, had three kids and NEVER written a post about threenagers? Well, finally, here it is. How to spot one.

10 BRILLIANT things about turning 40

A year ago the thought of turning 40 made me recoil a little. (A lot.) Today, on the last day of my 30s, I don’t think I have ever been as excited or grateful about having a birthday. THIS birthday. Here’s why.

How to potty train a boy*

* Warning: This post contains absolutely no advice of any value. But it may at least make you vow never to potty train your own.