One day you'll sit in the garden for a full hour, leisurely flicking through a grown up magazine and you'll realise that your kids are busily entertaining themselves without the need for a referee.
Before giving birth I did what most expectant mums do - scour the internet in a frenzy finding lists of 'what to buy a new baby'. It was a stressful time, there were so many lists and each was slightly different to the last. How were you meant to know which one to trust?
I know the media rams this typical dad stereotype down our throats, almost all dads we see in adverts are incompetent, barely able to dress themselves let alone the kids, but we don't have to live up to them.
Comparing adults to children might sound patronising. Believe me, it is not my intention. But the truth is, the culture of an organisation, and behaviour of its people all depends on how you are being treated by those in charge. Leadership.
We offered them a free hot lunch, contact with other similar families, and for advice and support with their social needs. I don't know whether you know but the next time you pass a Children's Centre - take a closer look. They're not just nurseries as Centres like MECC offer a wide range of help of help.
The six-year-old started screaming. I turned round to see blood and saliva flying towards me and all over his face. I started yelling in shock and shouted to the four-year-old "what have you done?" What he had done was knock one of his brother's teeth out!
My first loss was shocking...it was submerged with a host of other feelings, mostly denial. I didn't want to be that one in four who lost a baby; I felt I could almost pretend I hadn't lost a baby, and that would erase the miscarriage.
Children have the right to access information and the internet can be a powerful tool, offering a whole world of knowledge and potential at their fingertips. However, children also have the right to be safe and sadly there are a number of growing risks facing children when they go online.
I hate mums. I love my own mum. She's lovely. I love my wife, who's also a mum. Oh, and also lovely. These mums, I love to bits. Not literally. The mums I hate are those collectively used as a depictor or descriptor of who does the childcare.
Strong is the new pretty. Not giving a shit is the new beauty. Eye bags are the new black. So wriggle out of those tiny jeans, throw out the frilly thongs and embrace the glory that is comfort clothing!
The truth is we all think we have Peter Pan inside of us. But we don't. We all want to think we can get in touch with the inner-child. We want to. But we can't. Our adult lives have thoroughly taken over. Our clean houses, our new carpets and pristine sofas have won.
How do you even begin to write a blog about something when it's taken you by such surprise that you really aren't sure what is happening?...
40 before 40? So over! It's all about 24 before two and a half. Here's my list of things you MUST do before you turn two and a half.
She didn't tell anyone about this, not her husband, not her family and not her friends. She lied on the post natal questionnaire for fear that her baby would be taken off of her if anyone found out how much she was struggling.
We need to spend more time with our children. We want to see them grow; we want to see them learn; we want to be the ones who teach them. And so we must continue to pine for our holidays. Because that's our time.
I think we all do this a little don't we? We believe vehemently in not judging others. We know how tough this is and that we are all only human. Yet we still continue to find faults in ourselves.