Here are 10 things I’ve learned from writing every day for a month.

Some days I wake up full of energy. Other days, I’m all about horizontal parenting.

Today, I passed the ‘default parent’ baton to Tom. Here’s what I learned.

So often I write to make sense of challenging situations, rather than to reflect on the good times. But there are many, many good times.

I hate seeing her cry. I hate waiting out her tantrums. Every cell in my body just wants to give in and make her tears go away.

I feel more energised than I have in a long time. And I think it’s all because I asked for help.

One good thing about living out of alignment is your body makes it impossible to ignore.

Early starts, auto-save problems, and one very overtired, hangry toddler. Today was one of those days!

Today, I decluttered Zoey’s bedroom and finally organised her toys and clothes. This was epic for her because she got to play with everything as I put it in piles and epic for me because I feel like I can finally breathe when I walk into her room.

Tom and I are both introverted homebodies who need alone time to recharge, so to make sure we both get the rest and space we need, we often parent solo for shifts, meet in the middle for some family time, then swap.

You know those days when you feel off-kilter from the moment you wake up? Like you can’t quite find your groove?

Snippets from a pretty ordinary (yet wonderful) day.

Maybe you can help me avoid similar fails in the future. How do you fit in exercise with a toddler in tow?

The toddler helping stage is both glorious and tedious – depending on the task, the time of day, and how quickly I need to get something done.

When we get caught up in the trap of trying to present a perfect outward appearance, we forget that motherhood is an adjustment and that we’re figuring things out along the way.

I think it’s time for me to start building a rainy day toolkit – a stash of toys and activities I save up for housebound days. Do you have one of these?

Someone once told me that kids often handle changes to their routine really well at the time, but then the day after is when the meltdowns happen. That’s definitely been my experience so far with Zoey.

Date nights are very rare for Tom and I, not least because babysitters are expensive but also because most of the time we’re really tired and would rather just order takeaway and watch telly. But every now and then, we make an exception.

In hindsight, what I should have done was order takeout, plonk myself in front of an uplifting Netflix show and go to bed early with a good book.

I’m still coming to terms with how hard (and yet also easy) being a self-employed mum is, and I’m trying to figure out how to process my paradoxical feelings.