#36 - I Think I'm Officially a Dance Mum Now?

#39 - My Mum Was a Butter Mum and Didn't Even Know It

I had been doom-scrolling at 10pm when I kept seeing one phrase — butter mum. I thought it was about cooking. It wasn't. It was a name for the soft, unbothered, melt-into-summer mum I grew up with — my mum, in the 90s. This episode is the whole reckoning: the list of 40 holiday activities I did three of, the dinosaur sandwich nobody ate, the Bluey guilt, and the phone call to my own mum that flipped the entire thing on its head.

#38 - My Kids Ate Nuggets Again (And I'm Not Losing Sleep Over It)

My four-year-old judged my cooking last night. Out loud. To my face. So this episode is the full nugget-night confession — the 5:30pm chaos, the kids who change their food rules every twenty minutes, the snack-drawer treasure chest, and the guilt that shows up the second the tray hits the oven. Plus, why a good mum is just a mum whose kids ate dinner.

#37 - Bedtime Makes Me Want To Scream Into A Pillow

It's 8:47pm. The kids are asleep — probably. This episode is the full bedtime play-by-play: the stories that don't count, the teaspoon wees, the water that "tastes old," and the philosophical question about fish feelings I got at 8pm on a Tuesday.

#36 - I Think I'm Officially a Dance Mum Now?

I didn't sign up for this. One toddler dance class to fill a Thursday morning, four years later I'm googling ballet barres at midnight and crying at the end-of-year concert. This is a confession episode about how I accidentally became a dance mum and somehow… kind of love it.

#35 - Hot Coffee and Giggles (The Bit No One Told Me Was Coming)

I stood in my kitchen last week holding a hot coffee. Still hot. And both my girls were playing together. Laughing. Making up games. No one was crying. No one was pulling anyone's hair. No one was screaming "MUUUUM." And I thought — when did this happen? Because four years ago? School holidays nearly broke me. A baby and a toddler. Two kids who couldn't play together. Days that dragged on forever. Me on the lounge room floor being the only source of fun in the house. But now? Now they're 4 and 6. And they actually like each other. They make up games. They giggle at stuff only they understand. They play for ages while I sit down and drink a coffee that's still warm. The close age gap almost took me out in those early years. But this episode is me saying out loud — it's paying off. And it's really, really good. This one's for any mum in the thick of it right now. The mum with the toddler. The mum with two little ones who won't play together yet. I'm not here to give advice. I just want you to know — this bit is coming. And it's worth it.