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“When I’m big – like when I’m four – I’m going to go to work,” my three-year-old informed me. I informed her that she still has another year and a half of nursery, followed by 12 years of school, probably followed by at least four […]
Dear Popple, I’m sitting here, exhausted and covered in breastmilk, mourning our Fridays. My postpartum hormones are probably to blame for this sudden nostalgia for what was generally a very ordinary day. For the past few years, I didn’t work on Fridays so I could […]
“Are you taking the full year?” I can’t count the number of times my work colleagues have asked me that this week. What they meant is, “Are you taking a full year of maternity leave?” My answer: no, probably not. And this blows people minds. […]
“When I’m big – like when I’m four – I’m going to go to work,” my three-year-old informed me. I informed her that she still has another year and a half of nursery, followed by 12 years of school, probably followed by at least four […]
Dear Popple, I’m sitting here, exhausted and covered in breastmilk, mourning our Fridays. My postpartum hormones are probably to blame for this sudden nostalgia for what was generally a very ordinary day. For the past few years, I didn’t work on Fridays so I could […]
I’m a planner. I’m forever thinking several steps ahead, preparing for events that will probably never happen and leaving as little to chance as possible. And yet when it came to giving birth, I refused to plan a single thing. To me, birth didn’t seem […]
“Are you taking the full year?” I can’t count the number of times my work colleagues have asked me that this week. What they meant is, “Are you taking a full year of maternity leave?” My answer: no, probably not. And this blows people minds. […]
I wake up to see my three-year-old standing next to my bed. I check the time on my phone. 4:15am. “It’s the middle of the night, sweetie,” I say. “I didn’t know if it was day or night,” she says. Understandable, given that it’s as […]
Since August 2017, the Scottish Government has been sending expectant parents like me a Baby Box, which is full of loads of useful stuff to get you through those first few months. What do you actually get in the Baby Box? Scratch mittens Newborn short-sleeved […]
“When I grow up, I’m going to be a boss just like you!” my daughter said. I should point out that I’m not an ACTUAL boss. I don’t run my own company or even manage a team. However, as far as my daughter knows, I’m […]
My three-year-old recently informed me that her new baby sister won’t be able to have the same last name as her. “There are already two of us,” she said. “Me and Daddy. She’ll need a different name.” I wasn’t included, of course, because my last […]
