What to drink at BritMums Live? “Gin, gin and thrice gin!” I hear you cry. It’s a no-brainer, right? It’s part of the mummy code, it’s the oil of mummy discourse, it’s in the mummy contract! But today, I am going do it. I’m going to come right out and admit it: I am a […]
Why, I don’t look a day over 99! Woohoo, Wry Mummy is 100 today! I am ridiculously excited to announce that this is my 100th post! Thank you so much to my lovely readers for showing a sniff of interest when I press Publish! To celebrate my centenary, I have picked out some of my […]
Five hours in, I was feeling pretty chuffed. We’d broken the back of this flight. Only a paltry two hours to go, and the big two were still engrossed in Angry Birds while the baby and I were happily romping in the back. It was dark, it was quiet, and the meanies in the seats […]
Sports Day season is upon us, and it’s your chance to shine. Not only do you get to see your child’s cutely poor lane discipline and heroic recovery after a trip in the sack race, but you get to join in the main event: the Parents’ Race. Here’s some tips on how to take your […]
“Inbox zero” is the bane of the digital world, but in the domestic sphere it is “laundry basket zero”. Are you, too, chasing the impossible dream? I have a dream. A dream where the washing machine is silent. The tumble dryer is still. The airers are folded. The radiators are clear. The doorframe is hanger-free. […]
“Inbox zero” is the bane of the digital world, but in the domestic sphere it is “laundry basket zero”. Are you, too, chasing the impossible dream? I have a dream. A dream where the washing machine is silent. The tumble dryer is still. The airers are folded. The radiators are clear. The doorframe is hanger-free. […]
Wry Mummy is two! And still a complete mystery to most of my family and friends. “A blog?” “It’s my own website, grandma. You know, on the computer.” “Your own website?” “That’s right.” “Oh,” baffled nodding and unsure smiling from the dear nonagenarian. “Is that for your blog, mummy?” “Yes, darling.” “What IS a blog, […]
I will always love you I’m about to turn 40. So why won’t I dress like it? I assumed there would come a day when I would always look effortlessly stylish, smart – mature. In well-cut clothes and tasteful jewellery with a ladylike bag to match. I assumed it would be when I was about […]
Nothing shouts “I’m a mum!” like pulling a breast pad out of your bag when you’re looking for a pen. You can hide a mum tum under a well-chosen top, but if your baby tips your handbag out in public, your half-squeezed mouldy pouches and health-hazard dummies are there for all to see. I love […]
Families need food. Fact. Yet can families buy food? No. Not without public censure, anyway. If the tuts, hisses and glares of supermarket shopping with kids is getting to you, take a look at my handy guide. Over half term, we ran low on milk. This is an emergency in our 20-pint a week plus […]
It had to happen. Six years, three kids, a gazillion Lego pieces. Sooner or later, one of those bits was going to go up someone’s nose. I’m only surprised it took so long. So, what do you do, if hooking it out with your little finger ain’t happening? How do you get a bit of […]
So you made it through the first week with a wing and a prayer, but what do you need to get through the rest of the school year? Your “gate face”. Now the first week’s weeps / whoops are over, it’s time to work on your schoolgate face. To arrange your features into an acceptable expression […]
It had to happen. Six years, three kids, a gazillion Lego pieces. Sooner or later, one of those bits was going to go up someone’s nose. I’m only surprised it took so long. So, what do you do, if hooking it out with your little finger ain’t happening? How do you get a bit of […]
It had to happen. Six years, three kids, a gazillion Lego pieces. Sooner or later, one of those bits was going to go up someone’s nose. I’m only surprised it took so long. So, what do you do, if hooking it out with your little finger ain’t happening? How do you get a bit of […]