Mum on the hill

Mother’s Day arrives each year like a gentle reminder of the need to demonstrate appreciation to Mum’s throughout the land.  It’s the one day children collectively pause to honour the woman who raised them, fed them, lectured them, and somehow always knew when we were…

Once upon a time… In her twenties, she thought she was skint. Thought she was tired, thought she was busy. Rushing here, rushing there, scraping together money for lunch, petrol and a Blockbuster’s DVD with a bottle of cheap plonk on a Friday night. Back…

When you have babies everyone tells you to make the most of the now before that sweet little bundle of joy arrives. Make the most of the sleep filled nights, get that last bit of the rest, really appreciate that endless peace you take for…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all up in my house,the kids more than crazy, a Mum that’s gone scouse. The stockings were hung on door handles with care,good luck to Santa, not sure how he’s getting up there.As if the kids were nestled and…

Not saying it’s good but the First Born has gotta give me some credit surely…..dedicated to him, obvs….. Wanna be a good Mum, not a bad Mum, fuck it, I’m real Mum Embrace the crazy, my kids are lazy; Passed out from exhaustion, red wine…

I am gonna be real, I survive on tea, wine, chocolate and 3 hours sleep on a good night and I like to remind everyone about it. There is also often lots of shouting. Like with everything, there are, of course, days when I might…

Woohoo, it’s Mothers Day, hip, hip, hooray! It’s that one and only day, when Mum’s around the globe sit and pray, our kids will sincerely say, ‘put your feet up Mum’ and there we stay. It’s a day of tea and rest with Mum’s who…

The ‘Lockdown Mum’. Not to be confused with the exhausted Mum, the at her wits end Mum or the eat her weight in wine gums Mum. No, the Lockdown Mum is an accumulation of all thee and a dash of sleep deprivation just to keep…

I dedicate this one to the Kid and I write in a bid, to offer a reason for my tired old eyes, to explain why, I’m half asleep, most of the time. To give cause to my zombie Mum like state, to help me come…

Oh 2020, you gave us plenty, whether it was a glass half full or a bottle half empty. Yet, did we ever think, as we shuffled to the brink, whilst we were busy being sad, was it OK to just be a little glad… For…