Deliciously sarcastic, slighly unhinged tales from a perimenopausal mum
I know. I’m as confused as you. And if you’re rolling your eyes, thinking not again, we know how this ends, well, same. Disclaimer: This post is self-aware. Mostly. I am, in fact, confused. I […]
So there I was in the car, fighting with Olivia over the Bluetooth. FYI: this is not in the parenting manual. If they’re better at technology than you, let them sort it, or they will […]
Disclaimer: This post is tongue in cheek. Mostly.If you think I need therapy, you’re welcome to fund it. Until then, you’ll have to suffer my rage. I’ve been driving for nineteen years. Nineteen. That is […]
The Intro (aka: Festive Breakdown) There is no Christmas spirit in this house. Not even the alcoholic kind. My tree went up late. My decorations are still sulking in boxes. There are no presents under […]
No one tells you adulthood is like this. Nobody warns you that one day you’ll wake up and realise you’ve become the neighbourhood’s unofficial bin patrol — by choice. I should be sipping cocktails and […]
Some people have a favourite coffee shop. Others have a favourite clothing store. Me? I have The Amazon Shop. Not that Amazon—the online one with next-day deliveries and awkward impulse buys you have to explain […]
Despite being in my mid-40s, it seems I still don’t learn my lesson. I still vacantly promise to “get my life together” — and then don’t. My last serious attempt at sorting my sh*t out […]
Tucked away at the back of Bohemian Hair and Beauty on Brighton Street, Wallasey is a little room. Through the salon and away from the hairdryers and chatter is an unassuming door that shows no […]
Once upon a time, way back in the 2000s, I was a hot mess in my early 30s (I mean, I am still a hot mess now in my 40s, but for different reasons): a […]
So apparently, according to TikTok, if you fall asleep to true crime, you’re a psychopath. Which means, congratulations to me, I’m a psychopath with a pillow and a blanket and the ability to nap through […]
Right, we need to talk. Because apparently, my hormones have gone rogue, my patience has been kidnapped, and my brain is starring in its own low-budget horror film. Welcome to perimenopause — the prequel no […]
If you’re wondering where I’ve been — same. Honestly. I blinked and it went from January to August in what felt like a single stress nap. Let’s catch up, shall we? Fibro + Perimenopause = […]
Life has taken a somewhat busy turn in recent years, and it seems that this blog of mine—in fact, all my blogs—has been somewhat neglected. Since the onset of the pandemic, things have slowly changed […]
