There's really only one way to describe it

A reasonable day, once I got over the morning thing. The kids were at school, how bad could it be? Pickup and off to gymnastics, remembering snacks, gymnastics uniform, balls, drawing stuff, changes of clothes, drink bottles, nappies, spare nappies, bum wipes, face wipes, hand wipes, mobile phone, diary, baby…

Oh, well that makes perfect sense

Mums getting sick is just not on. It just doesn’t fit in with … anything, really. Or is it that nothing else seems to work around mums getting sick. We’ve all heard it “there are no sick days for mums”. Well, I blame Darwin and his stupid evolutionary whatsits. Clearly,…