17/07/2026
💗 very true words 💗
Well hello there… it’s been a while!
It’s been just over two years since I last posted on this page… and while I’d love to say I’ve been off writing a bestselling novel or travelling the world in a converted camper van, the truth is much more… boring. Life got busy. Life got messy. Life got life-y.
But lately, I’ve had a few gentle nudges (the kind that come with raised eyebrows and the words “You should really start that blog up again”), so here I am, dusting off the keyboard, wondering if anyone’s still here… and trying to remember how to string a sentence together.
Before I dive back in and catch you up (don’t worry, I’ll spare you the full highlights reel - unless you really want it), I thought I’d start with an old favourite - one I’ve shared every year around this time. Because it’s that season again…
End-of-term-itis.
Yes, it’s a real thing. Trust me, I’ve lived through it more times than I’ve been allowed to sing in the car without getting the death stare.
Every year, without fail, I notice the shift in kids (and teachers… and parents… and basically everyone within a mile of a school gate) in the final stretch of the summer term. It’s like their internal battery is flashing red and they’re running purely on ice pops and willpower.
There’s so much going on:
🎭 End-of-year performances
🎉 Leavers’ assemblies
🎒 Transition days
🥵 Heatwaves (because of course there’s a heatwave now)
😭 Big emotions about change - new classes, new schools, new everything
It’s a lot. Especially for our more sensitive little souls.
So don’t be surprised if your child seems a bit “off” this week. They might be more tearful, more tired, quicker to shout or cry or hide under a table clutching a half-melted Calippo (and no, I’m not just talking about the kids here).
Some of them are running on empty - physically and emotionally. They might need more cuddles, more patience, more space to decompress. They might want to talk about things they can’t quite put into words. Or they might just want to be held while watching the same 12-minute episode of Bluey on repeat. Or for our older ones, just left alone.
So this week, if you can, slow things down. Say yes to an early night, some time together, a lazy morning, a quiet ten minutes under a blanket with a book or a biscuit (or both). Be their calm in the chaos. And don’t forget to look after you too.
Go gently with them. You’ve nearly made it.
And I’m glad to be back. ❤️
