Why I love being a stay at home mum

The Stay-at-home vs. Working mum debate has been raging forever, and I've been on all sides of it...

I've been a full time working mum, and a part time working mum. I've been a work at home mum and a single mum, working 7 days a week over 3 jobs in order to make ends meet and pay off debts. I've worked from home, and as I am now, I've been a full time, stay at home mum.

I've put my kids to nurseries, childminders and grandparents, and I've had my fair share of both crying at nursery drop off because I can't bear to leave them, and counting the hours until nursery drop off because they're driving me nuts.

I've done jobs I've loved, and jobs I've hated, and I've worked both because I've had to and because I've wanted to.

So please believe me when I say, this post is in NO WAY anti-working mum, or pro-stay at home mum. Whatever side of the fence you're on, I'm on it with you, and I get it.

This is simply my story of my experience, and how I've made my peace with being a stay at home mum, and learned to truly love it.

I just realised last week that it's two years since I gave up my job at Yo! Sushi to become "just a mum", and I can honestly say I've never looked back.

Two. Years. 

That's the longest I've ever gone without a paying job, and I absolutely love it. Now, don't get me wrong, it took some adjusting, but I've finally figured out how to truly enjoy being a full time parent without going nuts. I know plenty of people who have tried being at home all the time and hated it, and I can fully sympathise, because I've tried a few times and always went running back to work with my tail between my legs.

Here's what's changed...

1) I stopped worrying about financial inequality.

This was a huge bugbear for me in the past. Generally, we tend to place value on people based not on their achievements, but on how much money they earn. I might achieve a squillion things in a day, but I don't actually earn any money for it. 

The thing is, if you've both made a joint decision to live on one income, that's simply it - it's one income for you both. Not the income of the working parent, but the joint income for your household.

At first, I believed that since my husband earned all the money, since it was paid to him, in his name, that it was his money and if I needed anything, I'd have to ask him. That's a horrible feeling, and instantly puts you below your partner, when really, you should be equals.

Luckily, my husband never thought that way, and his wage is paid into a joint account that we both have equal access to. Even then, it took me a while to get my head around the fact that I had the freedom to use this money just as much as he did.

The thing is, of course I've earned it - I keep the house running, I look after the kids, I feed everyone and generally work my arse off. Okay, so one person's job pays a wage and the other person's doesn't, but that doesn't matter. We're a team, and our money is ours to share.

The simple fact is, we both get up at the crack of dawn and work our bums off all day long, and hey presto, at the end of each week, money appears in our joint account which we both use - to pay bills, buy food, get things for the kids, and if there's anything left, we can spend it as we like.

One income. One household. Simples.

2) I accepted that we're a team

At first, I believed that as the working parent, my husband's job was to go out to work and earn money, and as the stay at home parent, my job was to take care of the house and kids.

This can lead to a crapload of resentment as some working parents will come home from work, sit down and be pleased that their work is over for the day, while the stay at home parent is run ragged and left feeling unappreciated and overworked.

In my case, my husband used to come home from work, look around and immediately pick up the hoover or start unloading the dishwasher. That made me panic, because I thought it meant that he thought I wasn't doing my job well enough. It was my job to be hoovering and tidying, and he was having to come home and do it for me! I was failing at the one thing I was supposed to do.

I'd run around after him, close to tears, saying "But I did hoover today, honest I did!", and he would reply "I know, but now it needs done again, so I'm doing it".

It took me ages to get my head around the fact that it was perfectly okay to accept his help, it didn't mean that I was failing.

At the end of the day, parenting and housekeeping is a 24 hour job. You do things, and they get undone again almost immediately. Homes and kids don't run to office hours, so instead of there being a line down the middle, saying "I work, you take care of the house", it should be accepted that during working hours, it's your partner's job to earn the money and your job to be at home, but when you're both there, it's equal opportunities all the way.

Stay at home parents should not only accept help from their working partners outside working hours, they should expect it.

3) I embraced the 24 hour job

Like I said, kids and houses don't run to office hours, so I no longer expect to get everything done during office hours. I do virtually all of the night wakings, because I've let go of the guilt of catching up during the day if need be. My husband has no choice but to be awake all day, alert and making major decisions with a boss looking over his every move. I have a lot more freedom than that, and I'm grateful.

If I'm knackered during the day, I can sit down with a cup of tea, or snooze while the baby sleeps. Yes, I have to do school runs and if Amelie is wide awake, I have to look after her, but really, how much or how little I do is my choice. I've learned that the more important stuff like sorting meals or keeping up to date with laundry and dishes can be done at any time, so if Amelie is wide awake and playing at 5am, I can throw dinner into the slow cooker, switch on the washing machine or empty the dishwasher, and then I can sleep later in the day guilt free.

4) I got over myself

Yea, I went to university. Yes, I had a career. Yes, I used to run a hospital ward, and now I run my kids to school. I also used to be a hot size 8 who could party all night and still make it to a 12 hour shift at 7am. Things change.

Why do we feel the need to almost apologise for being a stay at home parent? Why do we say to people "I'm a full time mum, but I used to be a nurse/have a law degree/run a business"? We shouldn't have to say we're full time parents without feeling the need to follow it up with something more impressive.

I'm no less important just because I don't "work". I can still have opinions and beliefs, and I can still "use my brain". We shouldn't be shamed into hating our stay at home role by people who tell us that our brains will turn to mush and we will lose our identities. That's bollocks, I'm still me. I'm just a happier me. To hell with anyone who thinks that being at home isn't important or worthwhile. 

We need to let go of what we "used to" do, and be proud of what we do now.

This is my life, this is my reality, this is my present. I'm a mum, and I judge myself on how good I am at that, nothing else.

5) I stopped comparing our roles

I used to feel horribly guilty if my husband came home from a particularly stressful day and I'd actually spent the day at a coffee morning, followed by a bit of light housework and baking cookies with the kids. I felt like a fraud, like I was somehow taking advantage of my husband.

The thing  is though, our jobs are different, but neither one is any less important than the other. I still get stressed, but in different ways to my husband. He works hard, but in different ways to me.

Both jobs are essential, and shouldn't be compared.

I've heard stay at home mums complaining that their husbands get to sit in comfortable offices all day and concentrate on one job at a time, and I've heard working dads whine that their wives just sit around socialising all day long and doing fun things like baking cookies and going to soft play.

Both are untrue - we all have our share of hard work and stress, we just need to stop comparing.

6) I'm letting go of guilt and frustration

Okay, so this one is hard, and a work in progress. Being at home can be very frustrating, because so much of our work is invisible - that is, nobody really notices what you do until you don't do it!

It's constant - you tidy, it gets messed up again, you cook, it gets eaten, you play with kids and five minutes later they're bored again.

It's annoying when you've spent all day tidying and cleaning, and in the hour between the kids coming home from school and your husband coming home, it's all undone again, which is why I used to get so upset when he'd come in and start tidying - I felt like I had to constantly justify the fact that I HAD done it that day, it had just been undone again!

I'm learning to let go of this feeling, and just go with the flow.

I do try my best to run around tidying in the moments before my husband comes home - not because I feel like I have to, just because I want us to have more time together in the evenings. Nobody wants to still be hoovering and plumping cushions at 9pm, but if things are undone when my husband comes home, I just welcome the extra pair of hands now, rather than feeling guilty.

7) I found my people

Being at home can be lonely, and a huge reason why some people hate it. If it's literally just you and the kids all day long, you do crave adult conversation.

I've been lucky this time in that I've met a group of lovely mums and we all share similar views. Nothing worse than being around parents who make you feel inadequate. Playgroups, community groups and even online groups are a great way to not only get out of the house, but also to find people you have something in common with, and have a proper grown up conversation!

8) I got out of my sweatpants

It can be so easy to fall into the trap of becoming the frumpy housewife in the baggy, stained clothes because there's no point in being anything else. After all, who's looking at you?

That's one area I do make an effort in. I read somewhere once that one of the best ways to start feeling like your job of homemaker is important is to actually start treating it like a job.

I get up and I make a to-do list, like I would if I was in a workplace. I prioritise. I shower and put on a bit of mascara and treat myself like a real person. It really makes a difference to how I feel and behave through the day.

Even if I have no intention of leaving the house beyond doing the school run, I still give myself the respect of looking halfway human - not because I feel like people will judge me if I don't, but because it makes ME feel better. 

So there you go...it's not for everyone, and if you hate being a stay at home parent, I hear you.

For me, though, this is the best job in the world.

5 Reasons why modern-day parenting is in crisis....really?

Now, you know me....I don't like to rant much (fnar fnar), but I recently read an article that made me neck twitch and my teeth clench and I really just feel a need to write a response to it.

The article is 5 Reasons Modern-Day Parenting Is In Crisis, by a british nanny (my first issue right there...a nanny, not a mother, who knows how to be a mother better than the rest of us...*eyeroll*)

In the article she details the 5 main reasons why we are experiencing a parenting crisis in our modern day world. Quick! Alert the elders! We're having a crisis!
Shall we find out what awful parenting mistakes we're all making, then? Okay, here goes...

1) A FEAR OF OUR CHILDREN

Okay, so apparently we're terrified to upset our little angels by saying "No" to them. She decsribes what she calls "the sippy cup test", where she observes, time and time again, how a toddler will have a tantrum if they're given their morning milk in a blue sippy cup, when they wanted the pink one. All too often, she says, she will see the mother's face whiten as she rushes to placate her child by getting the other cup.

Fail! What are you afraid of, mum? Who is in charge here? Let her have a tantrum, and remove yourself so you don't have to hear it. But for goodness' sake, don't make extra work for yourself just to please her -- and even more importantly, think about the lesson it teaches if you give her what she wants because she's thrown a fit.

First of all, I hate that Bully-boy attitude of challenging parents to "stand up" to their children, with the goading implication that if you don't, you must be "afraid" of your child.

I well remember the time when Charlie was 3 (and I was at a stage in my life when I found parenting very stressful and a constant battleground). We had my friend and her 3 year old over to play, and the boys were in the garden, fighting over a stick. I became very exasperated and stormed out to them, snatched the stick from their hands and threw it over the fence, shouting "There! Now there's no stick! For god's sake, it's just a stupid stick, it's not a big deal!"
My friend looked at me and quietly said "Well, it might just be a stupid stick to you, but it was a big deal to them".
She was absolutely right, of course, and I've never forgotten it.

Kids have so little control over almost every aspect of their lives, almost every decision is made for them. So it's little wonder that they place a huge emphasis on the little, insignificant (to us) things in their lives. Such as the colour of their sippy cup.

Why shouldn't they have a choice? Why shouldn't they have a preference? 

I agree with the nanny - kids do need to learn that they can't just get whatever they want because they've thrown a fit, but here's an idea.....how about instead of letting them have the tantrum and refusing to budge on the issue (just because you're the adult and you can), why not get down to the child's level and explain, quietly and calmly, that you don't get what you want by screaming and shouting. Perhaps tell the child that if it's very important to them to have the pink sippy cup, they can ask for it nicely.
That way, they get the choice they wanted to be given, and you get the control of making sure they haven't just screamed for their own way.

We need to let our kids have choices and the opportunity to make decisions for themselves, these are hugely important life skills.
If you have a guest in your house, you'd offer them a drink, right? You'd say "Tea or coffee? Milk and sugar?", and you'd make your friend a drink of his/her preference.
Why don't our kids deserve to be treated with the same respect?
The reason most tantrums occur, whether from toddlers, older kids or even adults, is because they've lost control of the situation. If you offer them a choice in the first place, you show them respect, and they learn to trust that you will share control of the situation with them.

You might not give a crap what colour their cup is, but to them, it could be the only decision they've been able to make all day.

2) A Lowered Bar

When children misbehave, whether it's by way of public outburst or private surliness, parents are apt to shrug their shoulders as if to say, "That's just the way it is with kids." I assure you, it doesn't have to be. Children are capable of much more than parents typically expect from them, whether it's in the form of proper manners, respect for elders, chores, generosity or self-control. You don't think a child can sit through dinner at a restaurant? Rubbish. You don't think a child can clear the table without being asked? Rubbish again! The only reason they don't behave is because you haven't shown them how and you haven't expected it! It's that simple. Raise the bar and your child shall rise to the occasion.

Now, I sort of agree with this. Kids can of course help more around the house or behave in a restaurant, but I think sometimes we expect too much of kids.
We expect them not only to behave in the same way an adult would, but often better than an adult would.
They're not allowed to talk, or giggle, or make noise, or fidget when their chair is uncomfy. They aren't allowed to have any opinions of their own. They should be seen and not heard. They should take any amount of berating or insulting and never, ever answer back. What does that teach them?
That they're not as important as adults. That their needs and feelings don't matter. That they need to put up and shut up. And where does that lead?
They will either become adults who rebel and become totally selfish assholes, or complete doormats who have grown up believing that they don't have a right to stand up for themselves.

Hmm, in light of recent (terrifying) stories about child abuse in the 70s that was totally covered up because nobody would question an adult, I say that kids need to raise the bar a bit as well as parents.
I'm not suggesting for one second that kids should rule the roost AT ALL, but this "kids shut up and adults know best" attitude all the time is not my bag. We should be a team, not an us and them.

3) WE'VE LOST THE VILLAGE

It used to be that bus drivers, teachers, shopkeepers and other parents had carte blanche to correct an unruly child. They would act as the mum and dad's eyes and ears when their children were out of sight, and everyone worked towards the same shared interest: raising proper boys and girls. 

Hmmm. Okay, I agree, we have lost the village, but not in the sense that she describes. It used to be that we had extended families, friends, neighbours and other such support systems in place, and we absolutely appreciated when other people would step in if need be.

My issue with this particular point is that my standard of acceptable behaviour might be different from yours.
Okay, if my kids were hitting other kids, I'd say right on if the other kids' parents told them off. Damn right, it's out of order and they'd be within their rights to say so.
The problem here though, is that other people might have a totally different idea of discipline, and have no right to enforce that on someone else's child.

We definitely need more of a village mentality, but more in terms of supporting each other, than everyone going around thinking they have the right to punish every child they see.

4) A RELIANCE ON SHORTCUTS

This one's a bit confusing. She starts by saying that we've become too reliant on technology to entertain our kids, and shouldn't, for example, allow them to watch a programme on a tablet while waiting for dinner in a restaurant. They should learn to wait patiently, to realise that food doesn't always come out in three minutes.
Well, I've looked around myself in public many times and seen no end of adults entertaining themselves with phones and tablets while waiting for buses, doctors, food, planes etc.
I have no issue with a child quietly playing a game on a phone while we wait for food in a restaurant. Hey, take phones and tablets away from adults in any situation that involves waiting, and I'd like to see how patiently they can wait!

The next bit is the biggie...

Babies must learn to self-soothe instead of sitting in a vibrating chair each time they're fussy. Toddlers need to pick themselves up when they fall down instead of just raising their arms to mum and dad.

Say what now? 
Babies are babies. They can't learn to self soothe - they need to be comforted when they cry. If the vibrating chair helps, why not? For goodness' sake, are we such dictators that we have to teach a baby to just suffer through a tough moment in the day, instead of being given the little bit of comfort they need?  I just don't get that at all.

As for toddlers learning to pick themselves up, yes, I agree with that, but if they're hurt and crying, then I have no problem with picking them up.
Jeez, we've got our whole lives to learn that life is unfair and sometimes you have to suffer - let kids enjoy being kids for a little while first, eh?

5) PARENTS PUT CHILDRENS' NEEDS AHEAD OF THEIR OWN

Wow. what a crime.
Of COURSE we put kids' needs ahead of our own, that's what parents should do! Why would we invite children into our lives, only to bemoan the fact that we can't be totally selfish anymore?

So often I see mums get up from bed again and again to fulfill the whims of their child. Or dads drop everything to run across the zoo to get their daughter a drink because she's thirsty. There is nothing wrong with not going to your child when she wants yet another glass of water at night.

Well, you know what, lady? I hope one day when you're old or ill and need a drink in the night, but can't get it for  yourself, that your caregiver refuses and tells you to wait for it.
I dislike the way that needs are confused with whims. We need to remind ourselves that kids have no control or ability to meet all of their own needs, so if they're thirsty, or need the toilet, it's our responsibility to help them meet that need.
We mustn't become such control freaks that we forget to respect the fact that our children will sometimes have needs that are not compatible with ours, and sometimes, that means that our needs have to come second.

So please, parents and caregivers from London to Los Angeles, and all over the world, ask more. Expect more. Share your struggles. Give less. And let's straighten these children out, together, and prepare them for what they need to be successful in the real world and not the sheltered one we've made for them.

Yes. Ask more. Ask your children to help you make little decisions through the day, and they will learn to respect you more for making them part of your team, rather than just a mere inconvenience in your life.

Expect more. Expect to have a better relationship with your child, as a fellow human being. Expect them to treat you with the same respect that you give to them. Lead by example.

Share your struggles. Talk to other parents, swap tips and even just have a moan together. Parenting is hard, but it doesn't have to be a battle.

Give less. Um, no. Give more - give more love, more kindness, more understanding, more time. 
Give willingly and lovingly, to the children that you have invited into your life. They are not little enemies that need to be conquered. They are our future, our legacy, and the way we treat them will become the way they treat the world.

Seven signs of ageing? Ha! I'll give you 22...

Okay, so at 34, I know I'm not "old" by any means, but here are some signs I've noticed lately that indicate I might no longer be down with the kids (and using the phrase "down with the kids" is one of them)....

1) You no longer listen to Radio One because it's full of bloody noise, and you've never heard of any of these bands anyway....

2) You start listening to Radio Two, because at least you know al the words, and it's "proper music"

3) ....but you reserve the right to be offended when the "Non Stop Oldies" start featuring songs that were released AFTER you were a legal drinking age.

4) You never go out anymore, but on the rare occasion you do go to a pub, the first thing you look for isn't the hot guys, it's somewhere to sit down.

5) If you are on a night out, you find yourself commenting on how many of these kids will catch their death because they aren't wearing a coat.

6) You notice when someone has lovely teeth, and feel the need to tell them.

7) You check the weather forecast before you leave the house, so you know what jacket to wear.

8) ....or whether to hang out washing before you go.

9) You get excited when you realise it's a good drying day.

10) You don't recognise anyone in Heat magazine.

11) You get genuinely shocked by programmes like Geordie Shore, or What Happens in Kavos, and wonder if people actually behave like that in real life.

12) You fall asleep during a movie

13) 8am is classed as a lie in

14) When you look at holidays, you're less bothered about the nightlife and more bothered about the children's facilities.

15) You start planning Christmas in June

16) You buy shoes based on comfort.

17) You find yourself comparing bunions with the old lady at the bus stop.

18) All your favourite bands are now doing reunion shows.

19) The only people your age in your favourite clothes shop are there with their daughters.

20) Your doctor is younger than you.

21)...and so is your child's teacher.

22) Your child announces that you are "Soooo embarrassing"

Actually, I just realised that all of these are actually signs of being a parent, rather than being older! Hey, maybe one day when my kids are teenagers, I'll be all cool and young again....

What about you? Any signs that you aren't down with the kids anymore?

The hardest thing about being a parent

I recently read a blog post by one of my very favourite bloggers, about why she loves the newborn stage so much, and it made my cry and cry, because she speaks the absolute truth.
She speaks about how the needs of a newborn are so clear cut, so simple, but the really tough stuff happens when kids get older and start having needs and issues that are sometimes outwith our control.

I remember when Charlie was a baby, and I thought that parenting was about as hard as anything in the world. It was relentless, exhausting, confusing and full or worry and guilt.
Why is he crying? Is he too hot? Too cold? Is he hungry? Is he tired? Why the hell won't he just go to sleep then? Has he got colic? Has he got reflux? Oh my god, does he hate me? He hates me, doesn't he?

People would say that as kids get older, it only gets harder, and I struggled to believe how that could be possible, I believed that I could cope with any amount of worry, as long as I was getting a decent sleep at night.
It's true though, in a totally non doom-and-gloom way, parenting gets easier and harder as kids get older.
As Lauren Laverne recently said in this article (which she was slated for, but I kinda agreed with), looking after a small baby is simple, in the same way that rolling a large boulder up a steep hill is simple. Hard, but simple.
They get hungry, you feed them. They get cold, you snuggle them up with a blanket. They poop, you change their nappy. Pretty much all of their needs are within your control.

The real challenges happen later, when things happen that you can't fix with a blanket or a bottle or a packet of wipes.

Both of my older kids right now have a few issues with friendships. Daisy is at that stage where kids (especially girls, in my slightly controversial opinion - purely based on experience), are starting to learn about emotional manipulation and the power of witholding friendship as a means of control...."If you don't do X, Y or Z, I won't play with you/ask you to be my class partner/invite you to my birthday party"
Now, I'm sure she uses these powers as much as anyone else in her class, but she often comes home from school with a sad face because someone has done this to her, and it's heartbreaking to know that she's having these struggles. She's still working through her own ideas of what's right and wrong, what she wants out of life, and how to cope with the decision of either giving in to someone else's demands, or having to face playing alone because she's said no.

Charlie has severe social anxiety, and often has major panic attacks. He struggles to make friends and this week was his end of primary school ceilidh, where they all celebrated the transition into secondary school.
Far from being a time of great excitement and anticipation, this has been really hard for him. They all took limos either to or from the ceilidh, and Charlie's was afterwards. However, the excitement of the hall being filled with people all running in and out in a circle, singing "Auld Lang Syne" and the hall suddenly filling with parents, as well as the knowledge of an upcoming limo ride was all too much, and Charlie had a huge panic attack.
It was so painful to watch all the other kids dancing around, giggling and running excitedly towards limos, while my boy stood under a tree in the dark playground, gasping and crying because he couldn't breathe.
Part of me wanted to scoop him up in my arms, to carry him home and protect him from everything, while another part of me wanted to shake him and scream "Why can't you just enjoy yourself like everyone else???"
So, so hard. I wish I could fix this. I wish so much that I could fix it all, make him confident, show the other kids the happy, funny, incredibly witty boy that I know and love more than life.

I wish I could stop my kids from ever being hurt, but I can't. They will have to navigate the choppy waters of growing up all by themselves (although we'll always be in the background, waiting for them). They will have to fall, not only fall down and get hurt but also fall out with friends, or fall in love with the wrong people and get their hearts broken.
They will have to be bullied, they will have to have horrible teachers and bosses, they will have to fail, they will have to get drunk and have hangovers, they will have to hurt, and bleed, and have moments where they don't know if they'll ever be able to get back up again.

That sucks.

It won't change, either. I'm 34 now and still have times where I cry to my mum about shit that's going on in my life, and she will also cry and say how much she wishes that she could fix it for me. I'm certain that she also has times when she wishes her mum was still here to fix it for her. But that's just it, we can't fix it, but we can be there.

The thing is, as much as we'd like them to stay tiny, simple babies forever, look what they'd miss out on!
I've had a lot of very crappy times. I've been bullied, I've had my heart broken, I've had horrible bosses and crappy jobs. I've failed and hurt and been abused, and I've worked my way through it all. I've learned and grown and become stronger and wiser and happier than ever.

I want my kids to have all of that.

I want them to marry the person who treats them amazingly, even though they'll write that kind of person off as being "too nice" a million times while choosing horrible twunts, until they've been hurt enough times to realise what's important.

I want them to do their dream job, but I want them to try and fail at many things until they learn what they're good at, and what makes them happy.

I want them to have awesome friends, but I want them to be bullied and mistreated and let down by enough people to understand what makes a really decent friend.

I want them to be able to afford everything they want, but I want them to struggle financially and do without and worry about money so that they have the sense to manage their money effectively.

I want them to hurt, and cry, and struggle, because as much as I desperately DON'T want any of these things to happen, I understand that it's what makes you who you are.

Most of all, I want them to know that good or bad, hurt or happy, they can always come home to mama and even if I can't make it all better, I'll goddamn well try.

The best laid plans of mums and dads go oft awry....

I've always been a planner. I'm always happiest when I have a plan of where I need to be, when I need to be there and how long it'll take. So you can imgine how hard I took it when I had kids and realised how effing difficult it can be to make a specific plan and stick to it, without any unforseen disasters.

The thing it, it comes with the territory. Kids get sick, they fall over and hurt themselves, they poop in their nappies, they get hungry, they suddenly decide on the way out of the door that they need to take something - the one thing they can't find, they need to go to the toilet, they forget things, we forget things...and on it goes. Getting anywhere on time, or at all, becomes a near impossible feat, no matter how organised you might try to be.

Sadly, this may cost you some friendships. 

Some folks will automatically Get It - I have a wonderful group of mummy friends who are all in the same boat. We make plans to see each other at least 3 times a week - but someone's kid will get ill, their mum will drop by unexpectedly, their car will break down....so in fact, we actually see each other about once every month or two. And you know what? It's absolutely fine, nobody bitches or whines, we all understand and we just pick up where we left off.

There will be friends who think you're rude, unreliable or flaky - and I guess if they don't Get It, I can see their point. Sometimes somebody will text me and I'll reply in my head but forget to reply for real. I'll get an email just at the point where the baby is sticking her hand in the dog food or I'm running out to take Daisy to cheerleading, and I'll forget all about it. I'll make a date to see somebody, but en route to write it in my diary, the dog will puke all over the kitchen floor, and elbow deep in kitchen roll and antibacterial spray, the date will go unwritten in the diary and become totally forgotten.

Research has shown that after having a baby, your chances of being on time for plans reduce by 30%. For each subsequent child, knock another 20% off. That means that with 3 kids, I currently have a 30% chance of actually making it to a planned event on time (or at all).

After Tootie le Fourth arrives, my chances will be just 10%*

* These facts are actually not facts - I totally made them up to feel better about the fact that I'm an unreliable flake. I believe them to be true. Humour me.

It can be upsetting to feel like you're constantly lettting everyone down by being late or cancelling plans, and there are several ways to deal with this.

You could;

A) Get really distressed and decide that it's easier to just have no friends and never leave the house, like I did after my first child.

B) Get really distressed and develop a list making OCD, freaking out every half hour when things don't go exactly to plan, and end up on anxiety tablets, like I did after my second child.

C) Accept that this is life with kids and learn to go with the flow - the right people will understand and it won't be forever, like I'm doing now I've got three kids.

Just to give an example of how often things can go unexpectedly off piste, here's a rundown of the last week in my life....

SATURDAY, 10am: We decide at the last minute to take the kids to a local NCT sale. It starts at 11am, so we have an hour to get everyone ready and out the door. Easy, right?

After showering Amelie, she poops everywhere and needs another complete change. Both kids have showers and come downstairs wearing crumpled, grubby mismatched cothes they've found on the floor, so are sent to change. We both have showers. Amelie starts crying and needs milk, only we'e run out, so I nip to the shop to get some. Then Amelie falls asleep. Then we realise that the car seat is in my mum's car at her work, so Steve has to drive out and get it. By the time we make it out to the sale, it's 12.25pm and they're packing up to close. Oops.

SUNDAY: To make up for not getting to the sale, we decide to take the kids out to a local castle for Fathers' Day. Only we wake up to a vomiting Amelie. Never mind, we think, it'll be a one off.

An hour later, she vomits again. We won't be put off, we decide that fresh air and open spaces are the answer. We get ready and are heading out the door (on time), when Amelie spectacularly vomits everywhere - all over me, herself and even inside her changing bag.

That's it, plans cancelled, we eventually end up walking round the block about three hours later, just to get some air.

MONDAY: Steve and I plan a "date night" - nothing fancy, just an evening of no telly or phones, where we spend time together. 9pm is our curfew - let's get upstairs and just spend time with each other. At five to nine, Steve suddenly starts vomiting. At five past nine, I start vomiting.

By quarter past nine, we are both in bed together, writhing and moaning. Not in the good way. Mega sickness bug which keeps us both awake all night.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday are all lost to the sickness bug, which blazes through our household like a forest fire - fast, sudden and relentless.

FRIDAY: We're all better, yay! I make plans to see a friend in the morning and have lunch with her, then get home and take the buggy out to meet another friend and walk to a playgroup.

At 10am, Amelie unexpectedly falls asleep so I text to say we'll be late. By 12noon, she's still soundo so I text my friend and tell her to have lunch without us. My other friend texts to cancel our playgroup plans as she now has a sickness bug. I decide not to go to playgroup and instead go to see the friend I didn't get to see in the morning.

See what I mean? Things almost never go according to plan, and I've learned that the easiest way to deal with it is just to go with the flow, skip to plan B, or C, or D, or E....

Having kids makes you a crap friend. Well, not a crap friend, but an unreliable one. It's never intentional, but like I say, most people will get it, and if they don't, well, tough.  We try our best, but it's just a fact that when your kids are young, their needs will quite rightly come first, frustrating as that can be for everyone involved.

If I haven't replied to your text for 3 days, or I've forgotten your address, or I haven't RSVP'd to your party, or I'm running late, please understand that I don't mean it, I'm probably up to my elbows in baby poop.

Anyway, how are you? I haven't seen you in ages! We must meet up for coffee soon - let's make a date....

Get out of the bitter barn, and play in the hay....

There are a few things in life that irritate me (just a few...), and one of them is sour grapes.
I read an article on The Stir not long ago (which has since been taken down, so I can't link to it, sorry!), which was about Mackenzie Douthit (Teen Mom), and a tweet about breastfeeding...

Now, according to the authour of the article, this tweet was "Totally obnoxious", and Mackenzie was accused of rubbing her success in everyone's faces. Seriously, doesn't she KNOW that some people out there struggle to breastfeed? How DARE she be so pleased with herself.

Well, thank you, Captain Obvious. Breastfeeding is HARD, this is exactly why you have every right to be proud of yourself for keeping going. If the tweet had said something like "Ner ner ner, I can breastfeed and you can't, haha!", that would be obnoxious. All she was doing was giving herself a little high five, and fair play to her. She wasn't trying to make anyone feel bad if they haven't managed the same, and why should worrying about other people's struggles be her responsibility anyway?

Why, oh why do we women keep trying to tear each other down over every little thing?

When you've achieved something great, or something wonderful has happened, why shouldn't you be able to celebrate it? Why should you have to stop and feel guilty because there might be someone out there who doesn't share your success and might find it hard to take?

Here's the thing - your life = your responsibility.

Other people's lives = not your responsibility.

We shouldn't be made to feel bad every time we have something to celebrate, because guess what? There will always be someone out there having a harder time, and as long as you're not clearly just deliberately trying to personally wind them up, being happy is your right.

I remember being massively berated during a discussion online about dating - some of us had boyfriends, some of us were dating, some of us were struggling to find someone, anyone.

The girls there had been part of the forum for years, and we'd all seen each other through ups and downs. Despite the fact that they'd seen everything I'd gone through - divorce, singledom, meeting wrong people, meeting the right person and eventually getting engaged, a few of them struggled to accept my new happiness. In fact, I was asked to leave the conversation because my talk of wedding plans was apparently rubbing it in the face of girls who were struggling to find anyone at all. I was accused of   being insensitive to the fact that some people still hadn't found what I had.

In other words "Your happiness is reminding me that I don't have the same joy right now, so go away and be quiet"

Well, sod off. We've all had our crosses to bear, we've all had our lessons to learn and that's just life. Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down.

"Being sensitive" to other people's misfortune doesn't mean that you should deny your own happiness or feel guilty for it, it just means don't harp on about it all the time, or be happy, but listen to other people as well.

It's a huge misconception that people who celebrate their successes are "full of themselves" or bragging - for the most part, I think people are generally just expressing gratitude for the good things they have going on, because they might have struggled to get there or be aware that they won't be there forever.

It could go on forever - don't be happy about breastfeeding, because some people struggle to breastfeed. In fact, don't whine about struggling to breastfeed, because some people can't even have kids. Oh, and how dare you be walking around on two legs, don't you know some people are in wheelchairs? And don't even consider posting recipes for delicious food online when there are people starving in the world....

You see what I mean? There will always be someone willing to suck the joy out of every situation, but you can't go through life being terrified to open your mouth in case you offend someone, because trust me, if someone wants to be offended, they will find you, and any excuse to tear you down.

There's NO such thing as a charmed life. Just because someone has something that you don't, or has achieved something that you haven't, it doesn't mean that they're luckier than you, it just means that this is the direction their life has taken. Maybe you have something that they'd secretly love to have. At the end of the day, we all have our ups and downs in life, and jealousy is ugly.

If you have a great house, good for you! If you have a flat stomach, that's great! If you have tons of money, enjoy it! If you have a hot husband, that's wonderful! If you have gorgeous, well behaved children who are always immaculate and perfect, you're a goddamn liar brilliant! If you have breastfed for as long as you wanted to, then that's amazing!

If you have all of the above, I hate you, bitch.

Just kidding, I love you really.

Dear Amelie...

.....I can't believe you are one year old already! How did that happen?
It's been the most amazing year, seriously. It's been the most exhausting, exhilarating, fantastic, fun filled year of discovery we could ever have imagined.
You are so clever and sweet, and you make us all smile every single day. You really are an innocent bundle of joy and possibility. To you, the whole world is a magical place, where the sound of a bird tweeting or the sight of a balloon is enough to make you squeal with happiness. I hope you always see the magic in the world, and thank you for reminding us what it's like to see life through brand new eyes.
We have taught you so much this year - we've taught you to enjoy good food, to not touch dangerous things (that one's a work in progress), that a doggie says "woof" and a birdie says "tweet tweet" and that sleep really isn't such a bad thing after all.
You have taught us so much more than that. You've taught us to live in the moment, to get excited about the little things, like flowers and juice and tickly raindrops on our skin.
You've reminded us that when you hear a good tune, there's nothing that should stop you from dancing right there and then, with the biggest smile on your face.
You've taught us that even on very little sleep, it's still possible to wake up smiling and continue to spread fun and laughter through the day.
You've taught us the meaning of patience and perseverance - even though you've been my most "sleepless" baby, you've also been the most enjoyable, because far from feeling sorry for myself in my constant tiredness, I've learned that smiling and getting on with it is so much more positive.
I guess it took me three kids to realise how fast this childhood malarkey really goes.
Your joy and positivity has rubbed off on all of us, and given us all a new energy. We were always happy, positive people before, but you have given us even more sparkle and zest for life.

Thank you, for all of these things and so much more.
Here's to the next year, and the next, and the next!
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world.

Mummy, Daddy, Charlie and Daisy xxxxxxxxxxxxxx