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.

‘JUST GO TO F*CKING SLEEP!’

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.