“Idiot Mummy!!” “I – D – I – O – T Mummy, argggghhh!!” Middle Child screams at me. She is bent at the knees; arms pushed out behind her like she is about to take off; chin and mouth jutting out like a wolf howling its battle cry at the moon; face contorted like she’s… Read More Idiot Mummy//15Jun2017
Your velvet head drops against my chest. Milk-full. Soap-fresh. Your little limbs have pounded out another day. So keen to join in with the others. To keep up with the pace. To not be left out. Your heart and mind must work in overdrive compared to my firstborn when it was only him. So much… Read More Velvet Head//10Jun2017
My day, my every day, rolls on and on, never stopping – not even for a minute – like some relentless steam train that never actually pauses at a station. Passengers do fling themselves on and off this forever rolling machine – family and friends who care enough to be prepared to join the energetic,… Read More Steam Train// 07March2017
[My third child recently turned one (wow!), and I also recently rediscovered this piece I had written very close to her arrival: A musing on what the arrival of this new little life will really mean, in all it’s glory and all it’s struggle…] “I Was Not Sleepwalking Anymore…”//19Feb2016 “The new life of my third child,… Read More “I Was Not Sleepwalking Anymore…”//19Feb2016
Last time I was here I was heavily pregnant with my third child. Swollen, cracked feet, bearing the weight of two people were washed, scrubbed, scraped, soaked, moisturised, polished, buffed, massaged and painted – attention they’d sorely lacked. Having previously laughed in the face of all things “spa” (for I was a strong woman who… Read More Shiny Toenails//27Aug2016
I bought my recording equipment with me to Nanny and Grandad’s this time. Oh and I also brought the three children – four, two, and 12 weeks. The optimistic part of me envisaged three little, dark-haired children suddenly losing their joy of the fight – the fight of anyone, anything, at anytime – and playing… Read More Recording Equipment//02Aug2016
This song is for all mothers who know the feeling of having utterly reached the edge of themselves. Written when I was heavily pregnant with my third child; when I was struggling with the challenging behaviour of a feisty three year old and 18m old. The physical and mental exhaustion left me feeling pretty crushed… Read More The Edge of Myself//20Mar2017
