Mummy Never Sleeps knew that her son was bound to feel insecure at some stage - but she never expected for him to feel the need to lose weight so early, and certainly didn't think Daddy Pig would be to blame.
"My four year-old getting it into his beautiful head that he’s fat.
Watching him in horror climbing down from the dining table once he’s finished his dinner and immediately dropping to the floor to (attempt to) do push ups. Hearing the words I don’t want to have a big tummy, tumble from his mouth with a tangible edge of anxiety. Him saying that he has to do lots of exercise so he doesn’t get a big tummy."
How To Be A Domestic Disgrace on the heinous world inflicted on parents.
"If there's ever a thing that's going to make you stop at having one child, it's soft play. Everything about it is odious. If the grime and the all-pervading stickiness of everything doesn't make you want to curl up and weep for your happy place, then the unbearable noise of 50 hyped up toddlers in close proximity, the miserable staff in grubby tabards, the eye-jarring colours and the smell of stale chip fat will."
In this post, Lulastic talks to fellow MN Blogger Royal Blue Baby about his experience of sharing parental leave with his partner.
"Having a better balance in how we care for our children in a world where most couples need to both be in work is so important. It’ll be great for women who want careers but it will also help men claim their right to be involved with their family and I can’t see how it can do anything but good for the child.
It’s changed my perspective about work and family"
Scarlet Standard was nominated for a Comment Award this year in recognition of the quality of her political writing – but she has also written powerfully about her own personal struggles with obesity. Ahead of a much-deliberated gastric bypass operation, she talks candidly about how weight loss may change her identity.
"Being fat is no fun. It is a horrible existence that those who simply worry about gaining a few pounds here and there will never really understand. But it has forged so much of who I am today.
Will greater physical confidence rob me of my sense of quirk? Will my longing to blend in physically bleed over into a longing to blend in intellectually, to beige my personality and smooth down my proud rough edges?"
Dutch Courage reviews Daisy Waugh's 'I Don't Know Why She Bothers' - and wonders if she's asking the right questions.
"The grit in her pearl of maternal happiness is that "they" (stay-at-home-mothers) make it harder for working mothers, by coming up with fatuous child-related activities and then making them insidiously compulsory, through school playground competitiveness, idiotically expensive parties, the importation of American ideas on 'playdates' and 'sleepovers', Motherloaded bitchy comments, and round robin emails that exclude as many as they include.
So isn't her attack basically a result of feeling guilty herself? But why would she feel guilty if her defence of joyful working motherhood is true? I wish her book had analysed this incredible form of recessive guilt."