We’ve all met a “gentle parent”, in fact I am one, well mainly. We’re usually easy to spot. Our children wear cloth nappies and are breastfed, we’re vegetarian or vegan, we baby wear. We don’t shout at our kids (that lasted about two years with my oldest and about two weeks with my youngest, make if that what you will). The most important thing about being a gentle parent is, well, being gentle. Listening to your child allowing them to have a voice. I know it sounds arty farty but it works for some children. The problem with gentle parents is that, to be honest,Read More →

3 girls in a park

Recently I was tagged by both Carter Family 4 and Pass the Prosecco Please to write 20 things you didn’t know about me. So here goes: 1) I don’t have a middle name.  When deciding what to call me my father suggested naming me after an engineer, Mr Wankel. My surname is Knight. You get the idea (Wankel Knight…) 2) I nearly died following an operation to remove part of my bowel (due to Crohn’s) after I developed a leak and septicemia in 2013 when Big L was 2. I was in intensive care for a week and spent a month in hospital.  I had 5 operations in aroundRead More →

I know most of my posts are either rants or my attempt at humour (if you haven’t read them please familiarise yourself with them here) but with the school holidays fast approaching I thought I’d share my favourite outdoorsy places local to me.  Obviously that will mean eff all to anyone not from around these parts.  Sorry about that! I love getting outdoors and I don’t like paying for it so they are all either free or cheap! Here goes: My first favourite place is Sevenoaks Wildlife Reserve on Bradbourne Vale Road.  I’ve had a love affair with this place since I was a little girl andRead More →

Dear Driver of the Black Volvo (registration withheld because I’m not that much of an arse, although you clearly are) I do hope you made it to your destination in plenty of time.  I’d hate to think that we may have made you a second late for whatever important life event you were attending, or getting your shopping at Sainsburys. Whichever it was you were clearly in a hurry. We certainly welcomed the *beep* you graced us with as we reached the island and you zoomed past practically clipping my ankles.  Of course slowing down was beneath you.  I understand that a woman pushing aRead More →

I’m writing this when I should be doing housework.  It’s been one of *those* mornings. I’ve just sat and fed Little L while I sobbed.  He looked up at me and smiled.  I feel like I’ve failed my children.  I feel like a crap mum, a crap girlfriend and and crap daughter.  I took Little L to be weighed and he’s dropped down that fucking chart.  I KNOW it’s a guideline. I KNOW he’s healthy so why do I feel like I’ve failed him? I’m exclusively breastfeeding so I feel like I’m not good enough now.  My house is a mess.  I’m constantly chasing myRead More →