“I am raising a son that your daughter will be safe with. I PROMISE!

Now I'm the first to agree that we as parents hold a huge responsibility when it comes to changing the pattern of violence against women, children, family, friends, and human beings alike. But for some reason this quote really got me thinking. Upon reading it I felt pressure and honestly I'm still reflecting on why I feel this way.

TWELVE years teaching how to have a career vs ZERO years to be a mum

It's just a thought, but maybe if society rethought what we wanted schools to achieve we might not have such a huge discrepancy in societies value of stay at home mums and career success. Just maybe they'd be less of a pay gap between men and women. Maybe the value of family time would override the expectation to answer late night work calls and working weekends.

Mum’s NEED Cafes & Cafes NEED Mum’s! Please make them mum friendly

Cafe's have been my soul food for many years. Not only do they sell my favourite beverage they make me feel human. Each cafe brings back memories of time well spent with friends, favourite dishes, or cold mornings waiting for a hot caffeine hit, Recently my favourite drive thru cafe closed and it really got…

MY PCOS PREGNANCY JOURNEY: PART ONE

I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome). I was diagnosed at 15 after experiencing irregular periods. All I recall form the diagnosis was that the doctor did a blood test and quickly prescribed me the contraceptive pill which I remained on for the next decade. My story is not unique. Many women I speak too experienced that same thing. Just like them I didn't understand my condition or how it was affecting my weight or mental health.

Hell-ride: When the kids cry in the car!

My eldest son hated the car. This was not particularly helpful when we needed to drive in the car with him for 40 minutes minimum every single day. To this day the thought of getting in the car with him when he was a newborn fills me with dread. The gut wrenching screams from the…

The Kitchen Dilemma

Oh kitchen you marvellous room You allow our MasterChef ambitions to bloom My only gripe with you, you see Is that no matter how hard I try you fail to be clean? I wipe, I sweep, I rinse, I dry And yet the mess continues to be in oversupply. Almost every day I wish and hope That I’ll wake up in the morning without you requiring soap But for now, I’ll persist with the endless decree Of mopping and spraying as your loyal trustee