Why Supermums Eat Frogs

The first thing I learned with this seminar is pretty obvious; don’t expect to attend on time, a seminar on motherhood which starts at 9am.  After swearing at every car driving under 50mph for the entire 40 minute drive, I arrived at the car park at 9.15am and was met by a swarm of other…

She May Be Freezing – But She Is, Like, Totes Trendy!!

OK, so maybe I’m getting old but what’s with this thing teenagers have about wearing coats?  Or rather, not wearing them.  Yes I can hear the inner granny in me raging but baby it’s cold outside! Flaming freezing in fact! Every morning I fling my daughters coat in her direction and then fling it at…

Is there ever a ‘well deserved’ smack?

How do you discipline children without smacking them?  I realise there are two opposing camps on this subject, Pro and Against.  I am in the latter group. I have to admit that sometimes the naughty step just does not cut it, especially when my daughter struts into the living room with a self-made sandwich, juice…

Moving On

My brother has decided to take his biggest life step to date and move in with his girlfriend, which came as quite a shock to my Mum as it was not long ago that he had proclaimed that he would never leave a home complete with free slaves (aka mum & Dad).  Mum told me…

The Age Old Question

I have just finished reading an intriguing article entitled ‘Bin your biological clock’.  It is essentially a piece written to reassure women in their 30’s and upwards that they should not worry about leaving procreation of their mini-me’s until later in life.  I read with amusement the sentences ‘babies take planning but they don’t have…

Stop the Santa Stress

Last week I received an e-mail from my funny fairy aka Sam, good friend & ex-college.  Having worked in the same office for a few months she understood the need for jolly e-mails to be passed round in order to interrupt the deadline induced stress.  This latest e-mail however took jolly to a whole new…

Resolutions Wearing Thin

It’s January 2nd and I am standing in my kitchen transfixed by the biscuit barrel.  Jammy Dodgers are calling from the confines “Eat me, I dare you”.  The New Year stand off has begun, Lyndsey Versus Lardy Food.  I allowed myself to indulge without guilt, fear or limit this Christmas.  As I tunefully caroled to my husband…

Protecting my Bubble

“Lynz, I am not in the slightest bit interested in her.  Yes she is pretty but that does not mean that I am after her.  I just work with her and anyway, she has 2 kids.  You have nothing to be jealous of!”   Ok Ladies, how many of you have heard this kind of…

Porno Pop

“I like big butts and I cannot lie” in a “thong, thong, thong, thong, thong” so “lick my lollipop” till “I can get my satisfaction”.  Are you feeling uncomfortable reading this yet?  This is just a selection of songs offered up to me from the multiples of music channels on digital TV.  Fine if not…

Mothers Guilt and Me

Mothers guilt plays a big part in my life, dictating what time I get up in the morning through to how much ‘ME’ time I allow myself.  I sometimes wonder if other mothers may have ever invested a full days energy into self-punishment because they had bullied their kids for the third morning in a…