Crying it out: Cruel to be kind?

Crying it out: Cruel to be kind?

Happily playing here in front of me, you’d never know that Little P has just been screaming for 45 minutes, and so loud that I thought she was going to be sick or forget to breathe or that the knock on the door just now was going to be Social Services....
Me. Not Mummy.

Me. Not Mummy.

I’m on the plane, alone. No children, no husband, just me. For the next two days I shall be Kimberly – not Mummy. It’s very strange. And bloody brilliant. I thought I was going to write a gushy post about how much I will miss my squishy baby and...

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