I spent at least a decade of my life trying to find my 'true purpose'. I thought I had found my calling in the work I did for the latter half of that decade, working to solve food insecurity in the UK. However, it has become apparent that that role was nothing more than a … Continue reading Empty tank
How much would you sacrifice for your child? I found out the answer today. Baby and I took a detour to the park on the way back from the post office. It was spontaneous so I had nothing on me but the bare essentials. Naturally, Whoopsy's nose started running. I don't mean running. I mean … Continue reading Snotty socks
I often consider what I would be doing with my life if I wasn't a parent. I think about the wild nights out that I used to have on a weekly basis, about how I used to roll in from bars to birdsong as dawn was breaking. I think about how I had had a … Continue reading The ageing process
My partner, T, with whom I had my little surprise baby, said to me today "Have you noticed how happy it makes Whoopsy when we cuddle?" It's true. Whenever we have a cheeky snuggle or a face licking sessions, if the baby is bowling around our feet he stares up at us with a mixture … Continue reading Adulting
My mental health has taken a bashing recently. I have come to the conclusion that having a baby simply does that to a person. After having a baby, life is so irreversibly changed, and at times, made to feel so precarious, that it no longer feels like the permanent, god-given right that it did when … Continue reading The one where…
My friend tells this story about when she was a baby, how her mother left her outside a shop in the pram, sleeping. Her mum bought the groceries and then return home only to realise that she had forgotten the baby, and the pram, in the street. Fortunately they were both still there. Every time … Continue reading Velociraptors
T, my partner, does not. Want to get married, that is. The 'M' word came up again this weekend. Probably because I brought it up for the seventeenth time. "So I've been thinking about getting married..." I began. "Let me stop you there", came the response. And stop me, he did. The will-we-won't-we, do-we-don't-we discussion has been … Continue reading Do I?