The Other Woman and The Best Mum

Sharing really is caring. Which, really, is what gave me the best laugh I’ve had in a while. But more on that towards the end, because how it started was three months ago with Monkey Boy telling his parkour class that I would be bringing cupcakes to class one night.…

Caked Out

[Insert something witty/profound/humorous/humbling/heartwrenching that refers to birth of second child 11 years ago – something for the masses] I would do it, but after yesterday’s running around shenanigans, whereby Monkey Boy was transported to the doctor for a checkup on his “I feel off a cliff and broke my arm”…

Birthdays and booby cakes

It’s Grumpy’s birthday today. I’m still struggling to come to terms with the fact he didn’t want a big party. I’m a party kinda person. I don’t get people who don’t want parties. Also, he “doesn’t want anything” for his birthday. So he’s getting a big, power tool thing he…