Whilst mummy bloggers have been extolling the virtues of Nutella, Dara at Readily A Parent has been uncovering the truth. What you should know about Nutella.

Heather is about to reach breaking point.

I’d be rubbish under torture.

A blood curdling scream rang out through our house in the early hours of the morning…

Sadly, I suspect they may well be…

My daughter runs out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.  ’Mummy, can I have a knife?’
You’re not even four years old yet, what the hell do you need with a knife?
‘What do you need a knife for sweetheart?’
What do you think I am, stupid?  I’m not giving you weapons, …

Sometimes I hate being a mother.
Sometimes I don’t want to have to be,
Responsible,
And Selfless,
Sometimes I want to think only of me.
Sometimes I just don’t have the energy,
Fair heart
And level head,
Nor the endless reserves of patience.
Sometime I just wish they would all disappear.
I wish I could spend my days in freedom,
No …

Mummy?  Mummy, can I have a juice, mummy?
A juice mummy a juice mummy a juice mummy!
Mummy, look at this mummy, I want one of these mummy and one of these and these, and that.
Mummy, can I have one of those, I’m hungry mummy, can I play outside mummy?
Juice mummy, where’s …

Growing up I remember being spanked only once after I had stolen something and then refused to admit that is was me and tried to pin the blame on my sister.
I think it was more traumatic for my parents than it was for me, I barely remember it.  I don’t …

Helsinki airport had a designated children play area with cartoons, toys, a slide, rocking horse and ride on toys. Even a changing mat to save you having to trek to the toilets and a microwave to warm their food.
Copenhagen airport had Lego stations and climbing frames dotting the terminal …

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By The Noble Savage
So many of us talk about how concerned we are with the gender stereotyping that restricts both our daughters and sons. We do the obvious things like make sure they have a selection of toys to play with (including fire engines and baby dolls), tell …

By Dara from Readily A Parent
Okay, truth-telling time. Heather’s blog and readers are now my confessional. I’m not looking for absolution . . . okay, maybe a little.
What I’m really looking for is identification. I’m sure I can’t be the ONLY one that feels this way.
But then again, maybe I …

The roof of my mouth was coated in a inch-thick layer of hardened snot, my tongue clinging to it like a mollusc. My throat seemed swollen to within an inch of its life and the inside of my head felt as though my brain had melted into a watery, green …

In just over 3 weeks I shall be taking my two monsters darlings on, not one, not two, but three planes, in one day, alone.
The three of us, my daughter, my son and I are travelling to the UK to visit my family and I am bricking it.
How in the …

Cleaning up horse poo a couple of days ago, I was having one of those imagined conversations with my daughter, you know the sort you have in your head, we all do that, don’t we?
She was asking about heaven.  What is heaven?
And I was stumped.
As an athiest I find so …

‘Mummy, I am a stick.’
‘Yes dear, of course you are.’
‘No, mummy!  Mummy, I’m a stick!’
‘Yes dear, that’s nice.’  I mutter absent mindedly as I reach for another potato, washing it under the tap before starting to peel.
‘Mummy, look mummy.’
‘Ummm.’  I put the peeled potato down and pick up another.
‘MUMMY!  I’m a stick …