This is the home of my weekly ramblings - the honest, funny, and sometimes chaotic blogs about parenting, autism, ADHD, midlife wobbles, and emotional burnout.
Yes, if life feels messy, you’ll feel right at home here.

There’s a particular flavour of satisfaction that comes from sweet revenge. Not the full-blown, burn-the-house-down sort of vengeance you see in films. No. I’m talking about the deliciously small, morally questionable acts that wouldn’t make a therapist proud, but would absolutely make your best mate spit their drink out laughing. I’ve had my moments, of course. Sending glitter bomb cards in the post. Writing characters into books. I even set up a fake dating profile once, a

There’s something about this time of year that makes even the calmest of humans slightly unhinged. One minute we're gearing up for fireworks and leftover pumpkin pie... The the next, it’s tinsel explosions, Mariah Carey, and full-blown panic over whether the kids’ stockings look 'balanced'. And just like that, the Great Shopping Countdown is upon us! (Pic of Santa on our Ring doorbell from Christmas 2024 for extra festiveness.) This year though, I’m feeling quietly smug, b

I’m officially 24 days (as of publishing this post) away from some family quality time. And by that, I mean my mother-in-law is coming to stay. Yes. That  mother-in-law. The one who inspired last year’s Dragon-in-Law Landing Game, where some of my lovely (and slightly unhinged) followers sent me random words to slip into conversation with her. You know, for emotional support. Words like Broomstick , raunchy , and bananas . And somehow, I managed to get a good few of them in

I’ve never really fitted in. Not at school, not in my family, and definitely not in any tidy little box the world tried to shove me into. I was always too quiet, too emotional, too difficult, too something . And for a long time, I thought that was a flaw. But in truth, every scar, every scribble, and every slightly bad decision I’ve made along the way has shaped me far more than fitting in ever could. Going back 20, 30 years, I wanted nothing more than to blend, to smooth ou

Somewhere along the way, many of us were trained to be polite to the point of self-destruction. Sad but true. We smile when we’re uncomfortable. Nod when we disagree. Say thank you when someone’s just insulted our parenting, our life choices, or our sanity. We’re taught to prioritise everyone else’s comfort, even when it completely bulldozes our own.... And for years, I did exactly that. I swallowed my opinions like vitamin tablets I didn’t want but assumed were ' good for