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.

We all have moments that make us want to dig a hole, climb in, and politely request that the earth just… finish the job. And if you...

It’s been one of those weeks. The kind that left me eyeball scratching over the boring work admin (that I definitely didn't forget about three weeks ago), while simultaneously trying to keep pace with my son, aka 'Stimmy Timmy', who’s perfected the art of impersonating a bowl of spaghetti - arms, legs, and general extraness flailing in every direction.

Mr Jones is currently working away in a very heated country , and by heated, I mean in both temperature and temperament. It’s his third...

Why is ' No' the hardest word in the English language to say out loud? (Well, apart from 'moist' maybe.) We twist ourselves into...

Whilst I’m not in the business of jumping on trends or news bandwagons, it was hard to miss last week’s uproar over the alleged trans...

Last week, I wrote about how lonely adulthood can feel. I didn't write it with any great expectations - it was just up there, doing...

I used to think loneliness meant sitting in an empty room. A quiet kitchen. An untouched phone. Maybe some tragic backlighting and a mug that says #blessed  even though you’re crying into a gluten-free crumpet. But no. Real adult loneliness? It’s less obvious than that. It’s sitting in a room full  of people who don’t get it. It’s speaking, properly speaking, and being met with a shrug. A platitude. A well-meaning but completely useless “It’ll all work out.” which, to be hon

Last week, something unexpected happened. Not the kind of unexpected that involves my teenager planting 5 mugs, 2 glasses and a teaspoon...

They say a family trip is an opportunity to recharge. Only, I'm pretty sure those idealistic people don't have kids. Or at least not...

The husband returned home last week from a rather 'heated' destination, shall we say, both in terms of temperature and current global...

Who turned the thermometer up? As a midlife ticket holder, I did not  sign up for this mini heatwave. It wasn’t mentioned in the small...

There are plenty of things I expected to lose as I got older. My thick, dark hair? Yep, I saw that one coming. It’s been slowly...

So , it was my birthday a few days ago. And being totally honest, 42 crept up on me like a small child in the dead of the night. If...

Rejection  has always felt personal to me. Not so much as a writer, but as a daughter, a granddaughter, a friend etc. And as someone who’s spent most of her life trying not to take up too much space, it stings deeper than a wasp’s nest in your head. Growing up in the 80s, in what you might generously call a 'blended' family, or more accurately, a badly stitched together patchwork of dysfunction, the air was thick with those oh-so-trendy 'toxic vibes.' Yes, I know it’s a buz

Who knew writing a book was so hard? Not me, that's for sure. I started writing the  paperback - the glorious, life-affirming,...

That's how I'm feeling, as I sit in my office, hiding from the world. I'm just done with today. Not because it's been a particularly...

At a quick glance, I can see a 30-day refund policy on the back of my Tesco receipt. Asda offer a free monthly text to check my boobs...

I feel that homemade vegan cookies should come with a health warning. A big black and yellow sign, with the words 'DON'T DO IT' printed...

I'm quite used to tripping over child-related paraphernalia. Domino rallies here. Sewing scraps there. And let's not get into the...

I'm not the kind of person to go to the doctor's. I'd rather suffer in silence (by which I mean grumble to the cat and make 'Urgh'...