Because the house-move has dragged on a bit, this was the week I rolled up my sleeves, channelled my latent múinteoir and told Fred we are getting the last bits done if it kills us

Both my husband and toddler are high-energy extroverts, while my idea of a dream holiday is sitting alone in a darkened room staring into space

Much like I wore Fred down initially and tricked him into our relationship, so too has Fred worn me down and convinced me to book a holiday in the sun

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