The acts of selfless kindness I've been the recipient of.
What sorrow has shown me.
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I'm a blogger. My life is my blog, and in many respects, my blog is my life.
My top 5 tips on being kind.
We all have s*** days, that's life right, but sometimes those tough days can feel relentless, and they can often morph into s*** months or even years. A lot of last year for my family and I was utter pants. Not professionally, but personally.
I was a multi-award winning screenwriter and director pre blogging and vlogging (winning awards at film festivals internationally, Ch 4 and more) and I'm now writing my first book Mumboss for Piatkus/Little Brown under the Hachette umbrella.
I know it's Valentine's Day but romantic love isn't what I'm focusing on here (although I madly deeply love my husband *go check my Vestaire Collective wishlist Peter (inserts blowing kisses emojis).
We're all endlessly juggling a million plates, right? Being a parent means having less time and patience with of a lot more responsibility than ever. That's getting older generally, but the pro to all this pressure of adulting means being forced to become more ruthless with your time and energy, prioritising which plates matter most.
Over the last few weeks, several women have asked me what it's like to have kids- and I feel I have a duty to them- and to you guys- to be honest that while raising kids can be blooming life-affirming and wondrous, it can also be incredibly tough: mentally and physically.
Saturday saw us head out in the sunshine for a glorious day at the most tranquil and captivating of Georgian mansions: Beningbrough Hall in York. It was the day before spring had officially sprung but the gardens told us otherwise.
I'm a girl's girl, always have been, always will be.
I've been on the receiving end of 'Mean Girl' style behaviour in the past and I bet you have too.
This year, it must be stated, we've had the most incredible fun decorating our Christmas tree (below). Past years have seen me decorate our tree solo, or when little helpers have intervened, a few Christmas tree related disasters have followed: smashed baubles, twisted branches, tears over faulty twinkling lights and tantrums over tinsel I ended up binning (who likes tinsel over the age of 5 anyway?!)
I'm super excited to share a brand new feature with you all as I join forces with the formidable TV Psychologist Emma Kenny in a bid to help offer guidance, support and solutions to your problems, right here on my blog Honest Mum.
I missed a day vlogging recently (shock horror) but I shared a longer form video instead and I must say, I really am loving vlogging daily: it's fun, means I have wonderful memories to reflect on and it naturalises presenting on camera, making it easier than ever to speak into the lens.
This summer has been glorious- a slower way of life for us all, al fresco dining when the weather allowed, a week in Spain, good times in the garden growing our own produce (hello runner beans and strawberries galore), inventing games, painting (in the garage with newspaper on the floor of course-I've not gone totally insane)...just being happy, b
A post on my experience, having a traumatic birth.