new you

New Year, not a new you

It’s not even the end of January and I’m already exhausted. I’m exhausted by all the New Year, New You malarkey that has flooded my inbox and social feed. Everywhere …

middle age

Middle aged? My middle finger I am!

My little darlings informed me recently that I was ‘middle-aged’. While my brain screamed “WTF?” my mouth worded: “Excuse me?” Apparently the topic had been discussed in Miss 12’s Year …