Category: The hard stuff
Posted on February 1, 2016
Closed to be open
It’s a strange little struggle when the way you want to parent, or the way you thought you would parent, interferes with what you just have to do to get by. I say little because – look, sometimes… Read More
Posted on March 11, 2015
This lonely life
There’s so much about motherhood that I find lonely. It’s such a strange concept because you’re almost never alone when you’re a mother. You can’t even shit without your little person handing you toilet paper. Showers have audiences…. Read More
Posted on February 26, 2015
I am grateful, now fuck off.
It was some time between midnight and 3am. I was dead asleep. I’d fed the littliest at midnight so it was after that, and it was before he woke up for a feed at 3am. This hardly matters,… Read More
