It may seem a little drastic to compare the need for rest with risk of death. But, in terms of mental and emotional health, I believe it is. Tiredness murders patience and obliterates joy. Chronic tiredness can also crucify confidence, self-esteem and kindness.
It scares me to think that back when I was editor of a parenting magazine in the UK - long before I had even thought about becoming a parent myself - I used to write articles about subject matters as personal as breastfeeding.
'Clearing', the process that helps university applicants without places find institutions with courses that still have places available, can be one of the most stressful periods in the life of a student... Here are some tips to get you and your student successfully through the process.
Those changes will empower you. Those words will put you back in control of your life. There isn't a nameless "something" out there trying to keep you from being able to do something; it's right there inside yourself in that horrible little "C" word. Only you can make it disappear and put yourself back in the driver's seat.
Think about some of the films and TV series you watch, the books you read. There's often one lesson we're expected to come away with: children are the greatest gift of all. Work means nothing. Ambition means nothing. As long as you have children, that's all that matters.
There is a running joke in our house that my son is destined to be an accountant: Not because of his freakish ability to do mental arithmetic but because he rejects every attempt to fill his life with awesome in favour of being painfully sensible.
With kids' books you have to find the age dependant sweet spot that's got story, but isn't too long, and isn't so annoying that reading it twice a day for months won't drive you to suicide. Luckily there's a fantastic range of publishers, and with picture books you're not dogged branded stuff (that hits later when they like Marvel, DC and Turtles.)
Every year, bright-eyed and innocent, I look forward to going on holidays with my kids. And every year, I am taken by surprise to find that the holiday isn't quite the restful experience I expected. Here's what I have, in theory, learned this year - but will forget all over again by next year.
This week is World Breastfeeding Week and while I've been rifling through my brain cells about how to celebrate this on Huff Post, I've concluded that the message I'd like the world to hear about breastfeeding this week is that it's normal; pretty bog-standard really.
Babies and I have never really hit it off. But while I have never been that person who will coo on cue at the babies of strangers, I have a new-found appreciation of babies via my niece Leela who is just about The Best Thing Ever. When I visited my sister in the hospitable three weeks ago, I burst into tears at the sight of this tiny little person who hadn't even existed a year ago.
In my eyes adopting a child is one of the most amazing things someone can ever do. To give a child a loving and stable family life is a gift beyond compare. For England's 6,000 children hoping to be adopted, every day is a desperate wait. Another day spent longing for the love and support that, through no fault of their own, they are currently being denied. Everyone involved with these brave children wants to see them all get the family they deserve. To make sure each of their dreams come true we need a system that gives them the chance at a new life as quickly and effectively as possible.
When I was pregnant with my second child, I thought about perfect and good. So this time around, I called three friends and made them promise: when my daughter was three months old, they were to call and ask me if she'd had any formula. I would not lie. If the answer was no, they had to come over and give it to her themselves.
There has been a swift decrease in the quality of children's films over the years. It's something I have noticed both as a keen cinephile and as a concerned parent... With CGI claptrap, mindless sequels and remakes, the multiplex is packed with nonsense that calls itself children's cinema.
I was eight years old when I accidentally walked in on my mum injecting heroin in the kitchen. I'll never forget the confused look on her face - the warm embrace of the opiates blunted any acute feelings shame and panic, leaving her with an ugly, dumbfounded grimace. Luckily, this episode was the turning point in both our lives...
Whatever the reasons that we are being kept in the dark on the difficulties and practical how-to's of breastfeeding, it's time we take control of the dialogue. If you've ever breastfed, and have a pregnant friend, sit her down and tell her about the difficult parts of breastfeeding.
When I became pregnant a few years ago, as someone interested in green living I was determined to not fall into the trap of having to buy every single thing glossy parenting magazines told me I needed, and save money where possible.