A blog about raising children, navigating modern life and wondering where exactly we decided that everything should be this difficult.
I am a single mum to two beautiful children living in Cornwall. I work, do the school and family juggle, deal with more bureaucracy than any reasonable person should have to, and occasionally drink a cup of tea while it’s still warm.
Like a lot of parents, I’m familiar with the feeling that there aren’t enough hours , money or myself to go around. There are visible jobs, invisible jobs, the emails, the appointments, the forms, the deadlines and the constant mental inventory of things that somebody needs to remember.
And then there’s the wider world, carrying on as though we’re all doing absolutely fine.
I’m interested in politics, particularly socialism, class, inequality and the question of what we owe one another. Not just as abstract ideas to debate over a drink, but as things that shape ordinary lives; childcare, schools, housing, work, public services and whether people have enough time and energy left to enjoy their lives and raise their children.
I want to explore what happens when the personal meets the political, What does it mean when families are expected to solve collectively created problems on their own and what does the future look like for the children of this mess? Why is care so undervalued? And what would society look like if making lives better for ordinary people mattered more than paperwork efficiencies, greed and power.
This isn’t a parenting manual, a legal advice service or a claim to have everything figured out. It’s a space for thinking out loud asking difficult questions and finding solidarity amongst the tears.
If you’ve ever tried to balance work, family, court battles, money, bureaucracy and your own sense of what fairer looks like, you’re probably in right place.
Make a cup of tea. Let’s talk about the unpaid shift and the battle of patriarchy, parenting and everything in-between.
Because getting through the day shouldn’t be the point of living and raising children was never meant to look like this.