The New Shoe Diaries

They lasted nearly twelve months of being scuffed, dragged and scraped along the bitumen. But after an overwhelming combination of being filled with sand,…

Twilight Terrorism

It’s the ‘Witching Hour’ again. That dinner – bath – bed period from around 5pm onwards when your beautiful little treasures, who’ve been perfectly…

Daddy Pig Isn’t Helping

It started just like any other morning of my blissful SAHD existence. Me, tearing around the house in my #activewear, brandishing the hairbrush and…

F*ck the Party Bags

I’ve been on the five year old birthday party circuit with Focker #1 lately, clocking up at least one or two birthday parties most…

The Day I Lost My Shit

The honeymoon period ended last week. My previously impenetrable facade of cool, calm and collected SAHD didn’t just crack. It came crashing down like…