It never ceases to stop me in my tracks when I hear my husband intone to our children one of the oft overused phrases from my stockpile of, “Can you just not?” categories.

A team if you will.

Last year, his sum total of misplaced jumpers amounted to four.

Several days ago, the long-awaited sequel to Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale was released.

Recently, I ran into a woman who I had known as a teenager.

On the first day of the grand return to school my husband messaged,

Anyone who has children can attest to the healing and restorative powers of a solo trip to the supermarket.

The reality TV star was a polarising character demonised by the very machine that helped create her and we all played a part in her fall from grace, writes Lindsay Woods

Parents need all the help they can get these days — so should children help out more at home, asks Lindsay Woods

We recently began watching a new sitcom called, ‘The Kids Are Alright’. It follows an American family in the early seventies as they raise eight sons.

I would like to say I no longer panic at the thought of the dreaded back to school organisation.

On the first morning, we all barrelled out of the house shouting and hissing at one another to remember bags, tie shoelaces, etc.

We have a variety of Broom in our garden. Potted, due to its unruly nature and capacity to spread like wildfire.

I found last summer difficult. Being a stay-at-home-parent who also works from home brings with it an entirely new juggle, never more keenly felt than during the summer holidays. On broaching this topic the previous year, I was met with considerable backlash.

Within the first hour of Day One, the eldest had devoured a veritable mixing bowl full of cereal and whatever else he could get his hands on that constituted as breakfast.

THERE is a scene in the film Mean Girls in which one of the lead characters, Regina George, invites her nemesis and our burgeoning heroine, Cady, to her house along with her group of friends.

Once upon a time, I would roll my eyes as my mother, mid rage, reeled off every other name except mine, which only served to escalate her ire at whatever it was I had done. Internally, I scoffed (I mean, I did not exactly want to extend the term of my punishment by doing it directly to her face) but now, I scoff no longer.

“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” So went the Banshee shriek of my daughter.

Watching a movie about being a parent, offers an entirely different perspective when you actually become one.

“I don’t like dresses.” So said my seven-year-old daughter on our shopping excursion.

It has finally happened. We have gone from zero to 60 in no time at all.

Do you have any to add to the list?

Recently, an online article featured on Jezebel, entitled, ‘Jagged Little Pill is actually very bad???’

There’s a new buzzword doing the rounds — ‘busy’. Specifically, the type of busy where you have to tell everyone about it. Because, being in such a state of frenzy is not worth a jot, unless you can share that you are.

I have never been one to shy away from milestones in relation to age. I viewed turning 20 as finally being able to shed the demoralising teen tag. Thirteen is fine: 19 grates a bit, so desperate are you to be taken seriously.

Do not, I repeat, do not buy so much as a bunch of tulips. Do you hear me? They will all be reduced the next day and I’ll buy them myself after dropping the kids to school.”

“Where are you going Mum?” enquired my son as I followed behind, giddily clearing two steps at a time with an ease which belied my dotage.

Just over a week ago, I asked people via Instagram for their input in relation to what topics they would like to see discussed. Even though I have a six percent demographic of male viewers, the replies were from all women, writes Lindsay Woods.

Our planet is dying. Our home is threatened. There is no more time left. The time for change is now.

GWYNETH PALTROW eats burgers and drinks whiskey. Or so we are led to believe by the inclusion of such an admission in a recent interview, writes Lindsay Woods.

Food is important to us. No more so than at this time of year. A cramped table does not feel so cramped at Christmas, writes Lindsay Woods.

Each year, there is one particular aspect of the festive season which gathers particular momentum. Normally, they are of the consumable variety and quickly become oversaturated. Beauty advent calendars anyone?

My home has become the festive version of The Hunger Games. Mainly due to the competitive battleground between a diminutive elf and a faux root vegetable. Whilst the elf can claim several prior years of residence, his pixie nose has been considerably put out of joint by the arrival of Kevin the Carrot, writes Lindsay Woods.

I now know how Cinderella’s glass slipper felt. The never-ending quest to find the perfect match, that one true fit. With one, difference; I’m not a glass slipper looking for a foot… I’m looking for a man. Specifically, a man who knows his way around bricks, mortar and how to use a brush to sweep up after, writes Lindsay Woods.

When you have children, you are concerned with a myriad of things, writes Lindsay Woods.

SHARENTING: a term used to describe the overuse of social media by parents to share content based on their children. It is related to the concept of ‘too much information’. There is an ongoing debate as to how parents can balance their right to share with their child’s interest in privacy, writes Lindsay Woods.

IT’S October. That can only mean… ghouls, goblins and witches, yes? Nay, dear reader… It means Christmas!

By the time you are reading this we will have been and gone, writes Lindsay Woods

"Whereas I had once looked upon the character of Carrie with reverence, it was now apparent that she was, in fact, not very likeable at all"

In less than a week, my children, like yours, will return to school. I’m going to get the obvious out of the way and say that I have found this summer particularly challenging.

In our race to create what we deem ‘new’ content, we knowingly — or sometimes unknowingly — piggyback on the ideas of other creators, writes Lindsay Woods

It’s been voted the UK’s top holiday destination – Lindsay Woods visits Pembrokeshire to see just what the destination has to offer.

I reached maximum ice-pop consumption during the heatwave, writes Lindsay Woods.

Imagine having to fight for your right to breathe? On May 31, An Bord Pleanála granted planning permission to Indaver for construction of an incinerator at Ringaskiddy. They overruled the oral hearing planning inspector and his recommendation to refuse permission, writes Lindsay Woods.