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Last week I finally hit my Slimming World target. I say finally, because to be honest, I should have hit it months ago if I’d just put my mind to it. And stopped eating cake. And drinking wine. After giving

Baby groups. Two words that can send the fear of God into some mums, at the same time as filling others with glee. Okay, glee might not be QUITE the right word – I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever felt

  WE’VE all seen it, those cute pics of a toddler ‘cradling’ their newborn sibling propped on the settee with a million cushions behind them. Yep, definitely one for the family album, or even a giant frame on the wall?

LET’S be honest, there’s no such thing as a holiday when you have young children. I mean it’s just same shit different location, isn’t it? It’s not an actual BREAK. Having three boys under the age of three (hands full,

Luckily the first couple of months with newborn twins is a massive blur. But one thing I do remember is that it wasn’t entirely a whole load of fun. Mind you, I can’t say the first 8 weeks of Toddler’s

Remember those days when you would pick up your bag, phone and keys – and walk straight out the front door? Are those days really gone forever the second you have kids? We’ve all seen the Michael McIntyre sketch about

New babies mean no sleep, right? Wrong. New babies plus older children mean no sleep. Okay so not many of us ever managed to ‘sleep when the baby sleeps’ with our firstborn, but dammit, I wish I bloody had done.

D-DAY was edging closer and closer, and I soon reached the 36 week ‘they should be fine’ milestone I was praying I’d get to. I was not-so-secretly quite chuffed with my body. Turns out, my boys (I’m fine with that

“Emotional rollercoaster” is such a crap phrase, isn’t it? But it does kind of sum up what you go through during pregnancy. Flying off the handle at your husband one minute, crying at Strictly the next, then being overwhelmed with

I don’t care what people say. Being pregnant is shit. And guess what? Being pregnant with twins is extra shit. Doubly shit in fact. Who’d have thought it, eh? So I’d already had the hideous morning sickness, way worse than