The Milne Family are a cultural melting pot. I am the granddaughter of a Ukrainian Refugee, #MJM is Eurasian with Dutch, Scottish and Malaysian roots and we have two Singapore born sons. We all have British passports, but for now and the foreseeable future, are living in Singapore. When we fly to the UK to… Continue reading Little Legal Aliens
My Names Nichole and I’m a bedsharer… and not with my husband (currently). I have lost my blogging mojo as of late, and while drafted many, finished none. But in recent weeks, had three different friends give me sheepish comments, cautiously admitting they have their babies in their beds too. Comments made with trepidation and… Continue reading There were three in the bed.
I’m the Mum who doesn’t wash her hair…. two weeks in a row. I have washed my hair on the Monday morning before work and then failed to wash it on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday morning. If I could, I would put ‘hair washing’ in Room 101. It is the thing that is always at… Continue reading I’m the Mum who…
The last 4 weeks have been crazy. I feel like all I have done is work and that I still didn’t get enough done. Work guilt naturally rolled over to Mum guilt, feeling like I have not been doing enough with the kids and I’ve felt #MJM and I have barely had half a conversation.… Continue reading Food Fights
A few years ago, I read an article in The Economist, about the women behind the woman. Sadly no amount of googling can find it, so today I’m telling my version of the story. #MJM said the other day, he felt there was ‘an elephant in the room’ whenever he read one of my blog… Continue reading The Woman Behind The Woman
My husband loves to joke and tell people, in a very serious and believable, matter of fact kind of way, that I was “too posh to push”. This is obviously met with my eyes flicking daggers and a mental note of many minus points, as I frantically try and explain that was not the case… Continue reading Too Posh to Push
This time last week, the situation between Trump and Kim Jong Un, had nothing on the tensions that were being reached in my head, between #SHJM and I at times. As with most elements of parenting, it was all in my head, and he was oblivious. On the outside, I was on the my ever-committed… Continue reading Tantrums, Toils and Turbulence