
I can’t be arsed to cook for my kids…
Picture the scene… It was a Monday. I had intended on stripping the leftover Sunday dinner chicken carcass to make a homemade curry. But when it came down to it… I just could. Not. Be. Arsed. I felt like a bit of a shit mum. I felt guilty. Lazy. Then… Continue reading I can’t be arsed to cook for my kids…