Come on, hurry up!

I booked my tickets (well, technically an awesome friend of mine did, because my brain was overflowing with stuff) a few days ago. After sorting out the incorrect email address – which was after we did a bit of mild panic and I realised I can’t spell proper sometimes) –…

I'm not doing this any more. I hate it. I quit!

Those of you who have heard me speak, or know my story at least, will know what a horrible, crappy, shitty, “I want to die” experience I had when I first became a Mum. (For, like, mooooooooonts! Years even!) I hated it, the guilt, the feelings of inadequacy and just…