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.…

Christmas Nuts

I don’t mean to alarm you, but Christmas is … actually, I don’t exactly know. A couple of weeks away? I know in this house we have our tree up, and we’re thinking about Christmas lunch – and the variety of Christmas related events we’re personally hosting this year. It…

Busy AS!

Oh, joy, it is the time of year where the busy ramps up to all manner of crazy and mums the world over are going out of their freaking minds. Also, I have notice, the rate of comments about how busy they are, what with concerts and rehearsals for concerts,…

The Birthday Cake

Monkey Boy’s fourteenth birthday was approaching and, unlike both of us, we hadn’t given a great deal of thought to his cake. Or, maybe, in hindsight, maybe he had, and I just thought he was being a smart arse. You see, when I asked him, he told me he wanted…

Beware the Visions you see before you

If you’ve been following my Instagram account – my Mad Cow’s Diary one, not the Real Mums one – you may very well have heightened concern about my well being and mental stability. Indeed, you may very well have seen such shenanigans as this: A photo posted by Mad Cow…