I thought 2025 was going to be my year. I really did. Not in a vision board, manifest-it-all-by-February kind of way—but in a quietly hopeful, this is the year something finally clicks kind of way. I had plans. Big ones. I’d been working hard behind the scenes, and when July rolled in, I realised nothing had quite […]
Some days, I look in the mirror and don’t even recognise myself. Not in a dramatic way – just in a “where did she go today?” way. The woman who had dreams and plans and rituals… lost somewhere between toddler tantrums, work emails, making lunch, and cleaning up the crumbs for the fifth time before […]
For weeks, I kept saying the same thing in my head: Once this is over, I’ll get back on track. After the sixth round of sickness. After the birthday chaos. After the visitors left. Then I’d catch myself, staring at the overflowing laundry basket or the untouched to-do list, and wonder… Back on track with […]
Before becoming a mama, productivity was my thing. I felt good at the end of the day when everything was done. The list? Ticked off. The house? Clean. Meals prepped and future-proofed. I had structure, routine, and a rhythm that made me feel accomplished. Being organised wasn’t just a habit—it was my measure of success. But […]
There’s a moment I keep coming back to. Bags half-packed. My to-do list yelling at me from the kitchen bench. Mental notes whirling—don’t forget the toddler’s snacks, the washing, the keys, the email I never sent. And then: “Mama? Mama? Mama, stop—we going on holiday RIGHT NOW??” I snapped. Not in a big, dramatic way. […]
Some days feel loud before the sun even rises. But it’s the evenings that really get me. You know the kind. Where your extroverted child has an energy surge just as your last nerve is hanging by a thread. They’re ready to wrestle, chatter, sing, and bounce… and you? You’re dreaming of a quiet corner […]
You know that feeling when life has just… piled on? When your child’s been sick again, the fridge is somehow empty despite multiple shops, your to-do list is buried under a pile of unfolded laundry, and your energy—let’s be honest—is somewhere between survival mode and “please don’t talk to me until I’ve had a hot tea”? That’s […]
Some weeks just knock you flat. The kind where you feel like you’re dropping the ball in every direction—your toddler gets gastro, then you get it, then he gets it again. You start toilet training, then the dad gets gastro, and just when you think you’ve turned a corner, hand, foot and mouth hits. And […]
It’s been four weeks of back-to-back sickness at our house. Gastro. Then hand, foot, and mouth. Then just when we thought we were through it—another wave. The kind where the laundry piles up, the fridge is empty, and the to-do list looks more like a guilt list. My blog? Quiet. Inbox? Overflowing. My energy? MIA. […]
In those early days, I kept holding on to those words like they were the answer. Like if I just made it a bit further, I’d finally exhale. But here I am. Colic is over. We’re out of the newborn fog. He talks. He walks. But sleep? Still patchy. And somehow… it’s still hard. Some […]