MumAtWork's Blog

If you woke up on Monday morning with a head that felt like you had downed multiple tequila shots on Sunday night, don't worry because you're not alone. Having struggled through the 40 days and nights of Lent without a morsel of chocolate crossing my lips, I fell upon my Easter morning goodies with a glee normally reserved for an empty house and a hot bath. But within 45 minutes of tucking...

As a busy and incredibly forgetful mum-of-two, I am notorious for scrawling hurried reminders on my hand – something which never fails to irritate my mother. A firm believer in the importance of good stationary, she decided to invest in a stunning moleskin notebook which she presented to me on Mother's Day this year. Immediately enthused, I vowed to make clear and coherent notes while...

Tarring all mothers with the same brush is a fool's game because just like fathers, brothers,sisters, aunts and uncles, we all have a dfferent approach to our role. Some mums are hands-on, some are helicopter mothers and some are much more reserved, but I think it's fair to say the vast majority of us in a relationship stand firm on the following and abhor being asked a certain question on...

When I was growing up, I remember constantly being sent to the neighbours to borrow a jug of milk or return a cup of sugar – errands I would never even consider asking my children to do these days. Things were different back then; neighbourhoods were more close-knit and residents were much more involved in each other's lives. It was nothing to spend half the day in a neighbour's house...

Since becoming a mother, I have found myself moved to tears over anything and everything. While I was by no means made of stone before the arrival of my two children, I was generally able to keep it together during TV commericals intended to pulled on your heartstrings, movies described as tearjerkers and love songs made for a good sniffle. But now? Now, I'm a wreck. And it's bizarre...

Let me preface this blog post by saying that my mother-in-law is a much-loved and hugely respected member of our family. Not only did she accept me like one of her own when I first starting dating her son, after getting engaged she was the first person after my own mum who I wanted to tell. And while I respect her in innumerable ways and felt genuine delight when I learned she'd be moving a...

I'll be the first to admit that there are many, many things in this life which cause me untold stress; health worries, mortgage repayments and my inability to tell left from right when navigating for my husband, but these pale in comparison to some other things which make my blood boil. Every day I am confronted with numerous things which rub me up the wrong way, and even though I know my...

I've long since subscribed to the school of thought that we're all in this together. Us mums, I mean. Those days when everything is running like clockwork and you can see yourself on the cover of Good Housekeeping can quickly give way to a day when your mug shot will fill the cover of the National Enquirer and you'll be forced to explain why you, your children and the family dog went...

I went clothes shopping at the weekend because despite it being the last weekend before pay day, I inexplicably had a few notes left in my account. (No doubt I've forgotten to pay the electricity bill and we'll soon be fumbling around the house in the dark like four mole people.) Clothes shopping used be a leisurely pursuit, but since having children I approach most highstreet stores with...

Recently, a fellow mum took time out of her day to document the various reasons her daughter saw fit to throw a tantrum. From her brother looking at her to her mother offering the wrong breakfast, this particular journey through a little girl’s typical day offered an unrivalled insight into motherhood and family life. Like millions of other mothers, I immediately related, but perhaps...