Chunky Monkey

I first realised I'd put a considerable amount of weight on when I couldn't get my arms through the arm holes in a dress that had always fitted baggily.

I'm happy to be curvy, and to carry a little extra. I've had two babies and I love food, so it kinda goes with the territory. But I absolutely draw the line at my latest fun discovery - I can't really breathe when I bend over to put socks and shoes on.

Smoke & Mirrors

Mental health awareness is growing, but the stigma remains. It affects over 350 million people world wide, and yet we still don't understand why it's such an issue.

The Mum Rant

Have you ever noticed, that being a mum (or dad), is like a never ending battle? It's the most beautiful, rewarding, exhausting battle ever. Like, I'm not even sure I sleep on a night, because I wake up feeling just as knackered as when I climbed into bed.

What She Really Wants

Ok, ok, so for some of you this is going to be so obvious. Like, of course that's what a girl really wants. For others - not so much. And trust me, I learned that lesson the hard way in my previous life.

A New Happy

When you've had your heart broken it can be hard to let go again. New relationships shadowed by the fear of what's gone before, the constant niggling doubt that history might repeat itself.

It's difficult to trust again.

Enough is Enough

I'm well known for having a short fuse when it comes to people. And for having a pretty much non-existent brain-to-mouth filter. If I think it, I say it. My bad.

Ode to My Baby

Thank you for the nights
You wouldn't sleep and I held you close,
The days we cried together
Mutual tiredness, exasperation, a journey every mother knows.

Raw Parenting

Babies are precious, wonderful things. Miniature dictators of our hearts with smiles that melt us and sticky hands, that grow up all too fast into fiercely independent children that seem to need us less and less.

Crappy Christmas

For the battle-hardened Warrior Parents, Christmas can be a seriously daunting time. Possibly the most family-centric day of the year, and yet one of you won't get to see the children.

New Year, New...

When 2016 came around, I made a series of non-resolutions. Promises to myself that I thought would make me feel better, look better, be happier.

Warrior Parents

What is a label? Well according to the Oxford Dictionary, it's "a classifying phrase or name applied to a person or thing, especially one that is inaccurate or restrictive". True story bro.

Searching your soul

A bit of soul searching never goes amiss. The long sleepless nights spent staring at the ceiling, wishing that sleep would arrive, and running through everything in your head.

Rocking the Solo Parenting

I'd forgotten how hard it is to be a single parent.

It's been a while

I haven't checked in for a while. If I'm honest, I needed the break. Things have changed around here...

The Magic of David

You'll have seen me endlessly banging on about living with my mummy body and learning to love it. This is the first year that I decided I wouldn't wear a bikini on holiday, and this was a big thing for me.

Miraclesuit the Miracle Worker

I've always believed that shapewear and tummy control are reserved for old ladies with saggy wrinkly bits.

The Mummy Body

I recently posted about being a mum. The way I was ashamed of my body until I realised that it looked the way it did because I have created two beautiful miracles. And like cake. Must admit to the cake.

Being Mum

I used to feel so embarrassed of my post baby body.

The saggy boobs, the stretch marks, the little bit of baggy tummy that has never quite gone away.

Are we there yet?!

Travelling with children can be a challenge comparable to running a marathon. You prepare, train, focus… and yet when the main event arrives you’ll still be physically exhausted, mentally drained, and wondering why on earth you ever thought it was a good idea!

Don't Test My Baby!

No matter how old your child is, it seems that they must be tested. Examined. Measured up against some non-existent, picture-perfect child that the government has invented in some poorly veiled attempt to make you feel like a useless parent.