I’m Beth, the owner of two bonkers but brilliant boys; Boy 1 (6) and Boy 2 (5).
I love writing about anything, but I’m not very good at writing in a grown up voice because I write how I talk, which is possibly why there’s always a beginning, but not necessarily a middle or an end.
If you have visited this site in the hope of finding some sage advice or wisdom on parenting, then you are going to be sorely disappointed but if you’ve stumbled upon it and were hoping to read about a single parent’s disastrous attempts at bringing up children, then you may be in the right place.
When I grow up, I would love to be an author and a columnist and be able to drink more than one glass of vino, before crying or falling asleep, but that’s a long way off. So for now I shall just keep muddling through the mayhem that is motherdom and scoffing Easter Eggs in dark cupboards.