all the words, none of the time

I write in my head every day. I write little thoughts, memories, snippets of life, musings, funny things, heartbreaking ones too. I write them down with all my might, in my head, multiple times a day. And barely any get saved for posterity. They are but ways to cope with life, my own way, writing through it all, even when I can’t. As of a couple of months ago, I have been committing some of these thoughts to paper. Incoherent, written in stolen moments as the kettle boils, or dinner cooks, or on my way to settle a baby calling…

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MOTHERHOOD AND WORKING FULL TIME

MOTHERHOOD AND WORKING FULL TIME

The juggle is real! SO. VERY. REAL! I’ve read lots about working full time whilst raising children, I’ve spoken to colleagues, and I’m doing it myself just for good measure. The opinion is unanimous – it is a struggle. Some days, my life seems to be an endless list of chores, from laundry to cooking to grocery shopping, before and after a full working day at a fun yet busy job, with a dash of guilt every time I sit on the sofa exhausted after yet another sweet and uber long bedtime and choose to knit instead of tackling the…

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ALL THE THINGS NAPTIME GAVE ME, AND WHAT …

ALL THE THINGS NAPTIME GAVE ME, AND WHAT IT DIDN’T GIVE ME!

Before I became a parent, I was under the impression illusion babies and young children consistently slept for hours on end during the day, lying down comfortably in their cots or carrycots or prams. Yes, even those children who would not sleep at night, gave their parents the gift of naptime, from where I stood. I was also under the impression that parenthood gave you some sort of access to a secret energy potion like Obelix’s, which allowed parents to run whole profitable businesses exclusively during naptime. Needless to say, I knew nothing (Jon Snow). Spoiler alert, there’s no secret…

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