Tsak, tsak, tsak: working from home

My baby may be babbling like my ever sociable mother, but she is like me when it comes to motor skills – somewhat unconvinced of their utility until in a tight spot. Bubba was up every hour from 3.30 am onwards this morning. She sent herself back to sleep, but...

Tools for worrier/warrior mothers

I once explained myself to a similarly anxious friend in the following evolutionary terms: “100,000 years ago, I would have been an ideal village lookout.” When you have a bub, you want to make sure you can manage your anxiety so you can put it to good...

Thanks for all the love

Tomorrow, I have my reunion meeting with my Post Natal Depression (PND) therapy group. I attended the group over eight weeks, late last year. It was a group of other mums and myself, all of whom had been diagnosed with PND, or, as Marg Booker, the counsellor from the...

On being good enough

I have recently realised that being a good mum involves, basically, being a good person. Um, but what does that even mean? How can you make sure you are a good person? The thing is, when you raise a child, you are teaching that child how to be a person. How to be a...

How Not to F*** Mothers Up

Three days ago, I finished reading “How Not to F*** Them Up,” by Oliver James, and I have been fuming ever since. I didn’t want to write this post, as a friend had recommended the book to me and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But I...