Challenging children have challenging behaviour as does Morgan. He was a lamb really until bullying opened his eyes to being different. It made him realise he didn't fit in and he gets frustrated, upset and angry.
Mothering Sunday is a day to take time out of our busy schedules and appreciate all of the lovely things that our mums do for us. It is a day for her to sleep in, relax in a hot bath and enjoy a lunch that she didn't have to cook!
Excluding children from parties is just as hurtful. Imagine not receiving one single birthday party invite all year as you hear your classmates all chatting about the next cool party at the weekend.
You have bags under your eyes big enough for a trip to New York in the January sales. With a good exchange rate to boot. No amount of Toche Eclat can save you from these bad boys. Sunglasses is the only answer. Even if you are indoors.
A Judge has recently ruled in the case of Tracey Wright that she should go out and get herself a job rather than rely on her ex-husband to provide maintenance for her to live on. This has caused huge ripples as there is now expected to be a huge rush to the courts to renegotiate divorce settlements.
The work of raising children doesn't seem to be viewed with real respect. If it were, parental leave for working parents would be fully paid, it would last longer, and it would include equal amounts of time for both parents.
Despite the run up to the election dominating the news headlines, many of the parents we speak to say they still haven't heard enough from politicians on the issues that matter to them. They tell us they are frustrated that politicians don't seem to be listening or coming up with the real solutions that they need, and need now.
I don't remember much about the classes except I have hazy memories of very graphic birth flash cards, featuring very ugly, hairy-vagina'd mothers-to-be, often with baby heads crowning out of them. It was the stuff of nightmares.
I'll let you in on a secret I LOVE being a dad, it is the single greatest thing in my life. My partner, other family, friends, hobbies and other loves (reading, music, photography etc.) you are all great (don't be jealous now) but nothing, and I do mean nothing, quite compares to the awesomeness of being a dad.
As the eldest of three boys in a single parent family, the pressure to pretend everything was okay was unbelievable. It wasn't okay, our mother was mysteriously overseas and us boys were very far away from understanding why.
At work you need to work. Nobody is interested in whether your baby can eat a whole carrot or not. Why would they be? It's bloody boring! And they're normal -working people who have deadlines, clients to please, travel to book, emails to send.
In a few months' time my twin sons will leave home. I'm fine about it, really. Well, sort of. Okay, I'll probably be clutching at their ankles, bleating, 'Why are you taking your guitar? You won't need that. And your books... why not just leave them here?'
Last night, getting off the tube, I was accused by a group of drunk, loud-mouthed, relatively posh boys of being a 'yummy mummy'. I had heard them shout, "Welcome to middle England!" as the train pulled into the station, followed by, "I bet she's married to an advertising executive!" (wtf?)
I never imagined what it felt like to run on empty for days on end. I never knew my mouth would become full of ulcers because my body hadn't felt proper rest in weeks. I never knew the fatigue I'd feel as a breastfeeding, working mother of two under two.
The stuff that memories are made of: Arriving at Delhi Airport and making our way to the railway station was like being launched into a real-life version of Mario Karts - our taxi lurched through the city amid a maelstrom of fumes and horn blasts, black and yellow tuk-tuks swarming around us like angry bees.
Sure there's a ton of advice about naughty steps, and controlled crying, and potty training, and teaching phonics. But less about the need to "breathe through" the more unmanageable aspects of parenting, which are often messy, noisy, relentless, chaotic, and/or publicly shaming.