Why mothers need to stop apologising for needing some ‘me time’

It’s one of the most-oft recited lines in every new mother’s repertoire: I never get anymore me time.  Heck, I know if I don’t expressly say it I’m at least thinking it around 5000,0000 times a day. When mums talk me time they’re not talking about anything spectacular (although an all-expenses paid trip to Paris would be…

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Why no child is ever ‘too young’ to experience art

Long before my daughter was born and long before I had even met my husband I vowed to myself that if I had a child I would ensure I exposed her to art at an early age. I would read to her from my favourite works, play Marriage of Figaro as I rocked her to…

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Stop asking me when we’re having another child…

Let me preface this post by emphatically stressing that I love, love, LOVE my daughter. I love her. I love everything about her. I worship her. She is my reason for living. But fuck me, being a first time parent is hard. Like, really hard. I’ve worked in live TV news and let me tell…

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Did feminism suck all the fun out of motherhood?

I have always considered myself a feminist. Sure, I might not ‘look’ like one (whatever that means, but I’ve been told it before), but I am. Heck, let’s be honest here: every woman is a feminist even if they don’t realise it, because feminism in its basic, basal terms is just about women demanding equality…

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How song lyrics can transform your life

I am an unashamed Taylor Swift fan. #TeamTaylor and all that. Yes! That was me waving the flag at the front of the #Swifty brigade. OK, now we’ve got that sorted I can dig a little deeper into her latest album (which, by the way, is fucking amazing). Anyway, on the song ‘End Game’ Taylor…

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Why does my husband find parenting so easy?

A few months after giving birth I asked my husband how he thought I was doing at this whole motherhood thing. “I always knew you’d be a good mother. You’re good at everything you do, you’re such a perfectionist”. He complimented me. He comforted me. He stroked my ego. But (me being me) I didn’t…

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Why working mother guilt may not be such a bad thing after all…

The guilt, my god the guilt. The confidence and conviction exhibited in first-time mothers about how they will cope/react/adjust when their baby arrives can only be compared to that of a 16-year-old teenager and their approach to, well, just about everything. They pretty much know it all, okay? They’ve read the books. They’ve watched the…

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The Yellow Wallpaper

Prompted by the recommendation of a friend of mine I re-read The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. I first read the short story while studying feminist literature at university. In a TLDR snapshot, the story was written in 1892 and is a first person account by a new mother detailing her own what would now…

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