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How I am rocking motherhood

rocking motherhood

So when last did you look at your life, and pat yourself on the back for all the things you did...right? Yes, you read that correctly – the things you did right! Skip the mom guilt, all the mistakes you made, and things you could have done better? I’m guessing that just like me, you don’t actually look at those aspects very often. And when you do – like me you sit scratching your head in wonder, at what those “right” things might be. (more…)

My thoughts on the ever present, mom judgement

mom judgement

Most women look forward to having kids one day, its part of our picture perfect dream of our lives – together with white picket fences. One day, when it happens for us, there is so much joy, and excitement. So much preparation. SO. MUCH. PREPARATION. Everything should beΒ perfect for this new little life. Yet, in all my preparations, no one prepared me for the “mom judgement”. (more…)

Angry cleaning – are you guilty too?

angry cleaning

At first I thought I was the only one who cleaned when I was angry or anxious. When I did a bit of research as to why I do this – I actually found out “angry cleaning” and “cleaning rage” is an actual thing. Most people feel a compulsive urge to clean something when they are annoyed or frustrated about or with someone.Β  (more…)

Lessons that I learnt in my twenties

In February,Β I turned the big 3-0! All my friends and family had count downs going – this was a big birthday. I left behind a decade of my life and have entered into a new season! Initially I planned to write a post about being thirtyΒ but heck, I’m no expert on that – I mean I just got here. (more…)

Postnatal depression: not coping, doesn’t make you a bad mother

More than anything else, the title of this post is aimed at me. At my struggle. My struggle with postnatal depression.

Daniel is a week shy of 8 months, he is exclusively breastfed and one of the sweetest babies. I am not just saying that. It’s hard to blame my “baby blues” on him is all I mean, which is something I did for a long time. I told myself it was okay to feel tired, (more…)