I’m Tracey — mid-40s, full-time writer, part-time gym-goer (emphasis on part-time), and serial foster mum to dogs who steal my heart, ruin my sofa, and then leave me crying into a McFlurry. I live on coffee, sarcasm, and the occasional burst of perimenopausal rage, and I write here about life, love, and the chaos in between.

Welcome to One Frazzled Mum — a blog that’s been around so long it could probably claim a pension. What started over 11 years ago as a family lifestyle blog following my life as a single parent to Olivia has grown, evolved, and taken more twists than a Netflix drama.

These days, I write full-time for a content creation company (a job I actually got thanks to this blog — who knew typing on the internet could pay the bills?). I also write for a few other blogs: One Frazzled Dog, BizBreakdown, and One Frazzled Fibro. I have also started moving my fiction over to One Frazzled Fiction.

But this is my original home, the place where I can indulge my dry humour, sarcastic take on life, and occasional oversharing — which, thanks to the hormonal rollercoaster of perimenopause, is even more entertaining than it used to be.

I don’t post as often as I’d like — partly because time is scarce, partly because inspiration has a habit of popping up at 3am when I’m too tired to move, and partly because I’ll have forgotten the brilliant idea by morning anyway. When I do post, I try to make it worth the wait: slices of my life, plenty of laughs (sometimes at my own expense), and the odd rant about the joys of being in my mid-40s.

Fostering Dogs

I don’t own dogs — I foster them for Dogs Trust Merseyside. Which is a polite way of saying I repeatedly fall in love with four-legged strangers, give them the run of my house, and then hand them back with a kiss, tears in my eyes, and (if it’s their time) a McDonald’s for their final meal.

Since I started, 13 dogs have called my sofa home, each with their own quirks, chaos, and ability to steal my heart. Number 14 arrives on 15 August 2025 — and no doubt will also choose Olivia as their favourite human, because apparently I’m just here to do the feeds, early walks, and general dog admin. It’s an endless cycle of loving, losing, crying, and starting all over again — and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you want to follow my foster dog’s adventures, you can keep up to date on Instagram at @onefrazzledfosterdog (yep, it’s a thing I am sticking with it!)

Olivia

Olivia is now 19, training to be a hairdresser, and heading into her second year. She’s been working in the same salon for over two years, perfecting hair-ups, learning wedding styles, and generally showing off skills I can’t even attempt. She’s inherited my attitude and sass but not my love of writing — instead, she prefers hair, holidays, and being the favourite human of every foster dog that comes through the door.

She’s recently ticked “live my Mamma Mia dream” off her bucket list with a trip to Skiathos, Greece, and she’s always planning the next adventure. We still love Disney, and our most recent trip in March 2025 proved you’re never too old for mouse ears and magic.

Life here is still permanently chaotic, slightly ridiculous, and always a bit frazzled — and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

If you want to work with me, pop over to my Work With Me page or email me at tracey@onefrazzledmum.com. Just don’t ask me to pick a favourite foster.