Sometimes you are "Just a Mum"

There you are, going about your 24-hour, 7-day-a-week “job” thing you do, wiping snotty noses, putting bandaids on grazes (often pretend ones), getting something akin to bugger all sleep thanks to insomnia/relentless projectile vomiting/monsters under the bed/a husband who wants sex and some

A Family Day Apocalypse

Sunday. Therefore, it is Family Day. But not before there is debate about who is eating what for breakfast and I end up cooking. As I am physically unable to do a bacon and egg type breakfast (the only type of breakfast I am able to make) without some form…

The Force and Relaxation

I need a break. Just some time with no one hanging off me, asking me to do stuff, to have to think for in terms of eating, showering and not doing stupid shit like climbing everything in sight. Just a moment to be by myself. Alone, with my thoughts or,…