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Your hefty dose of single-parenting reality. Because life isn’t a series of soft-focus photos of babies looking delighted. (In fact, I’m not sure I remember R ever looking delighted. There was always an air of “You’re an idiot, mummy, and I’m humouring you by laughing…”)

It’s always worth reminding yourself that kids won’t remember half of the truly terrible things you did to them while they were growing up. They’ll just go through life bearing invisible scars and wondering why they’re afraid of the theme tune to the Munsters. And then they’ll look on social media and realise.

Because darnit, social media has made parenting a whole lot harder…

 

 

Before you read on, I can promise you that this isn't one of those "I was soooooo drunk and it was soooooo funny, yah" posts. Not that I wasn't sometimes drunk. And it was sometimes funny, in my humble opinion. But my point...

Obviously, Parent Rage isn’t an official thing. Unlike Road Rage, Trolley Rage, and You’re-Invading-My-Personal-Space-DIE-IN-FIRE irritation (I may have made that last one up, too). But I am convinced it is, in actual fact, a Thing. I’ve experienced enough of it, and -...

The wonderful Sarah Napper was arguably the loudest person on the planet: a bear-hugging, attention-grabbing, bellowing force of nature and fun who had made it to thirty and walked and talked (usually, shouted) despite all the medical reasons against her. I met Sarah...

Having celebrated the glorious wisdom (or at least, seriously off-kilter logic) of my ridiculous 3-year-old boy, I thought I'd better even things up by admitting to the eight most embarrassing things he's ever said. (Obviously, my desire to reveal the meaner side...

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Up until I reproduced, I’d have described myself as fairly laid-back. Other people did too. Even on proper things like psychometric tests, and on inappropriate things like appraisals (apparently, it’s a weakness. Who knew?!). But without any real forewarning (except from my mother,...