Sometimes-runner, writer, traveller, and mum to four (two fur babies), I went from being an Aussie backpacker in London, to a home-owning, loft-converting mum with British citizenship.
I got the idea for the blog one night when my oldest son was 5 months old, and I was determined to have a bath. After getting out three times, I sat in the nursery, wrapped in a towel, and realised I hadn’t actually washed myself.
I had finished the large glass of red wine I took in with me though, and decided to write about the reality of motherhood. To show that we’re all in this together, fumbling our way along, never quite sure we’re doing the right thing.
Welcome to bare mother – motherhood laid bare.