Well for my youngest son it turned out to be the night just before Halloween when Daddy was away and Mummy had forgotten to buy any more nappies... literally not a nappy in the house, not even an emergency one in the car.
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New research from the relationships charity that I work for OnePlusOne has found that a quarter of all parents who live with their partner and children have secretly considered separating or divorcing their partner.
Mary Poppins by Disney, is not the P.L. Travers version. In the original books, the Banks children live in a dark, sugarless world which is brightened by Mary only inasmuch as she shows them a different side of life. A magical side of a world where infants are forced to forget their union with the universe by the rigours of our society.
Not all Mums are negative automatons. It depends what type of day they're having. It just seems to me (as a Mum) that much of what I write (and read) covers more of the bummed out side of parenting. And all to often I speak to other parents and they seem to be complaining a lot too.
Christmas - It's meant to be about family, sharing and a whole lot of food. It's a time for relaxing, when most of us have a bit of time off work or hopefully a few worry free days. But not for everyone. Specifically I'm talking about high school students; the ones with exams anyway.
There is never an inappropriate time for a drink! Regardless of the day, the number of children you're in charge of or the fact it's before 9am, there is never an inappropriate time to be enjoying a tipple when it comes to the Christmas Period.
One of the biggest misconceptions about hypnobirthing is that, it's all about having babies. Women have heard that if you do everything your teacher tells you to do, you will have a quick, straight forward, pain free, vaginal birth. Now, there's no easy way to say this...but that's all pretty much a nonsense.
With just a few days until the big day, you may be feeling overwhelmed with everything that still needs to be done; underwhelmed, wondering what all the fuss is about for just one day or even, God forbid, full of Christmas spirit! However you're feeling, you may have an underlying rumbling of anxiety.
Before kids, I was adamant that Christmas shouldn't start until December - the second week would be just fine thank you very much. Jingle Bells on the...
As her fellow celebrities mobbed her as the credits on this year's Strictly credits began to roll, it wasn't Caroline Flack that actually made me want to get up off my sofa and dance. This has to be Blue singer Simon Webbe, who's journey from two left feet to tens from every judge should not be underestimated.
So, late-launching millennial, you've found yourself moving back into a time warp of retro music posters, loudly coloured walls, furry furniture and an unacceptable single bed. You're either: part of a new crop of graduates, a time biding naval gazer or a career starter putting some money in the kitty for the future.
Do people really understand what it's like to be the parent of a child prodigy? My son Shane Thomas has been hailed as Britain's Mozart and he started composing classical music, aged seven, just three weeks after he first sat at a piano. Since then I've come to realise that having a gifted child, presents you with many challenges and obstacles too.
It breaks my heart to think that if she finds out Santa is made up then God and Jesus will go with him. I couldn't handle that because my jaded, patchy grown-up's faith is so strengthened by her perfect child-like one. At this time of year I need that more than ever; I honestly don't know how people survive Christmas without Christ.
I had always told myself that I would continue to travel once my child was born. It is with pride and bags under my eyes that I can say I have. It takes courage, humility, and endurance but it can be done.
My most memorable Christmas was in 1990 - the year my mother had a zillion jobs to ensure she could brilliantly (and believably) keep the facade of Santa alive on her income alone. One of said jobs was being a cleaner, and driving to drop her off at a factory very early each morning, my mum, grandfather, sister and I would count all the Christmas trees zinging cheerfully from living rooms in our town en route.