I haven’t ‘blogged’ for a while. I guess we all go through periods in life where we feel as though the world is spinning too quickly and some things have to take a back seat. It’s #diabetesawarenessmonth this month though, and after a recent turn of events I wanted to take the opportunity to write… Continue reading A Note on Diabetes
It’s a funny thing language: it is constantly changing and evolving and in so many ways, it not only reflects, but also helps to shape the society within which we live. Words that were deemed socially acceptable and were commonplace 60 years ago, now leave an uncomfortable and bitter taste in the mouth when spoken… Continue reading Why breaking the stigma surrounding mental health HAS to start with parents, teachers and the language we use.
I have recently returned to my teaching job for the second time following a ‘year off’ to bring our newest babe into the world. Just three weeks in, and I can’t help but compare my younger pre-child working self, to the person I am now. At times, the newly qualified me would sleep, breathe and… Continue reading Mums: Damned if we do (work) and damned if we don’t?
1. Endless expert advice. If your baby isn’t sleeping well, fear not. Just casually drop this into conversation with your well meaning acquaintances or even better on your social media account/s, and before long you’ll have so much advice to draw upon you could write your very own (slightly crap) book on how to get… Continue reading 9 Struggles Parents of ‘Kids Who Don’t Sleep’ Will Know:
Babies are good at shit, shit, shitting. Small ones, explosive ones, stinky nappies filling. They ruin endless clothes with their shit, shit shitting. They can shit all day. Children are good at whine, whine, whining. Screeching, wailing, snotty-faced bawling! They make Mommy wine with their whine, whine, whining. They can whine all day. Babies are… Continue reading Dig Dig Digging: A Parenting Alternative
I’m sorry, sweet boy, that your picture appeared on my news feed today and my instinct was to scroll quickly down because your rubble-covered and bloodied little face upset me. I didn’t scroll, as it happens. I read your story and I (like many others today) watched a video of you being carried away from… Continue reading To “The Boy in the Ambulance”…I’m sorry.
Originally posted on This Little Sprogblog:
You’ve done it before. You know how to work the buggy, feed, change and soothe a little sleep-thief and you are well practiced in going about your daily business one-handed. You are under no illusion it will be easy and you mentally prepare yourself for the return of sleepless…