We are currently in the throes of potty training, and so far, much like my comedy reviews, results have been mixed

"I was sitting on my favourite horse-shaped seesaw yesterday when a child — who couldn’t have been more than five — marched over to me and informed me that the playground equipment was “just for kids”."

Waiting for these scans is like holding your breath, for weeks on end, and the fear can be all-consuming

This week I have been more consumed by parenting TikToks than tracking POTUS like a Pokémon

I once managed to dislocate my shoulder while walking alongside a bike I was pushing

Always a panicker, I have married a man so chilled out he once uttered the immortal line: ‘Julie, relax, it’s only a grill fire. There’s time there.’

In a scene not unlike the opening moments of Dunkirk, these kids are just flinging themselves into the abyss and hoping for the best

The gestational diabetes is back and this time round my motivation to get on board the diabetes train has been akin to a Junior Certer getting out of bed on a schoolday - reluctant, at best

If emancipating your toddler was a thing, this would have been the week I’d be consulting my solicitor for legal options

Ted starts to scream ‘Help! Help!’ which is up there with ’hijack’ as something you definitely do not want to hear while travelling on an airplane.