Been a rubbish friend lately? Me too. Pick up the phone. Or send this poem. Because life can be shit but your mates shouldn’t be, that’s just bonkers.
What’s the guts and the glory of your motherhood story?
I want to hear it. Especially the guts bit. Honest.
This is how I pictured it: Dylan beaming at us, Thomas’s pompous little face protruding in the background as we were enveloped in the warmth of the sun and the love radiating from our grateful children.
Why do these things never go to plan?
But as with holidays, days out with your children never quite go to plan…
It’s been a quiet month for travel.
But not a quiet month.
And there have definitely been adventures.
I recently wrote a poem about the sad demise of my bra-filling attributes.
They say if you don’t laugh you’ll cry, so in that spirit I asked for your own rhymes celebrating your post-motherhood body.
Here is a selection – and they don’t disappoint!
Come and join us, cheaper than therapy or a tummy tuck!