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Managing everyday parenting stress

Being a parent is stressful. There, I said it. My little beautiful, sweet little angels are more difficult to deal with than any psychotic manager, high-flying career or high-maintenance team I’ve ever worked with. But that’s just the nature of parenting. We no longer just have ourselves to worry about. I want to give my children the best life I can. It’s important to set a positive example and be a good role model. Keeping my temper is critical because if I’m too stroppy with them I could damage them for life. Feeding them, making sure they’re in suitable clothing and getting them to places on…

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The advantages and disadvantages of freelancing

For the past couple of years, I’ve been increasingly enjoying working as a freelancer. From my point of view, the advantages massively outweigh the disadvantages and if I’m honest, I don’t think there’s any going back to a ‘normal’ job for me now. But I do sometimes feel that freelancing is rather misunderstood. Not least by the people that think I’m just being paid for sitting at home. If only. There is work to be done and there are certain parts of it that can be tedious. So I wanted to produce an honest guide to the good, the bad…

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The unpaid invoice

His hot coffee in the nasty takeaway cup was starting to burn his hand as he reached his desk. He plonked the steaming drink onto a tattered piece of paper that somebody had dumped next to his computer. The accountant stared absentmindedly at the steam meandering through the small hole in the black plastic lid. He reached out to remove the lid from the cup. He hated how the scorching heat of black coffee singed his lips when he sucked it through the minuscule hole. He swore as the lid stuck to the cup and the whole container of boiling…

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Tomorrow I’ll be a better mum

To my beautiful girls, You are the last thing I think about at night when I try to get some sleep. I think about all the times that day when I’ve raised my voice to you. All the times I’ve had to work when you wanted me to play. I think about how quickly you’re growing up, how much you are changing. And about the things I miss when I’m not with you. I remember the times when you’ve been trying to get my attention whilst I’ve been talking or doing something. And the times you’ve asked to paint, bake…

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News on twitter: Too much too soon?

I don’t imagine I’ll be blogging much over the coming weeks. I won’t lie, the last couple of days have been tough. Yesterday, my husband was late home from work. His motorbike wasn’t there when I got back from taking the girls to a dance class. I thought he must have been held up at work, so I got the girls in and started cooking tea. As time passed, I realised that inconsiderate though he is at times, I would probably have heard if he’d been that late finishing work. So, I gave him a call. He didn’t answer, so…

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