Mrs. OT

19/03/2026

A little bit of joy from my boy… but don’t even get me started on that last slide!! 🫣😂🫠🆘

If I raise all my boys with good emotional literacy that would probably be the greatest gift I could give them (from a mum who once truly believed she was broken).

Let’s chat in the comments? Love, as ever, .ot xx

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10/03/2026

📣👀👋🏽 Where are my millennial mums at?! Tell me - are these things just my little brain or is this universal?! 🌍

🧔🏻‍♂️Also, dads - do these things ring true for you, too?

The list could go on, so let’s continue in the comments:
Which year were you born + what did I miss?!? 🤭🥸….

04/03/2026

I had a social life once, kids. 👵🏽
hit ♥️ + follow if you’re a human taxi, too - you just found your corner of the internet x

27/02/2026

So, this happened on Wednesday. (make sure sound is on for 🎥 on slide 9 & you read the build up…) 🐞✨ I felt really compelled to share this and I’m not really sure why. I guess when you start opening up your mind to these possibilities perhaps it’s normal to want to seek stories from others that corroborate your own? So, yes, I’d genuinely love it if you shared below. It’s always been a little bit of comfort for me, and whilst I’ll often say ‘oh there she is!’ Or ‘hello, you’ I’d never really gone further than that.
I was really fascinated by a string of podcasts I listened to featuring where she encouraged you to actively ASK for Signs (I asked for her book for Christmas but alas nobody picked up on that cue… 🫠) and so maybe that was what fuelled the sudden outburst. I do - often - talk to myself but this felt… different.
Maybe because it wasn’t ’myself’ that I was talking to…
Okay, enough talking now, tell me your stories now please - I want goosebumps! 🤍✨🐞

Love, as ever, .ot x

P.s if I’ve just landed on your page, I reckon that was serendipitous, too. Hit follow so we don’t lose each other and you can hear more unhinged stories ### 😉😘

10/02/2026

Swipe to the end for the biggest insta vs. reality of all 🤪

Seriously though, there’s a little part of me missing the good ol’ social media days where we uploaded blurry images of our student meals and moody selfies with song lyrics (I was thrilled to see paramore was back in the trending charts as that truly IS nostalgia for me). Everything feels so different now - a confrontation of all the things we should be doing / shouldn’t be doing / are doing wrong. We see extremes, but - as with most things - the truth & balance actually sits somewhere in the middle.

Anyway, you guys must know by now I’m not shy about telling my truths in the hope you feel less alone in yours - and for those that are new here I hope my page is a little glug of fresh air on your daily deep scroll - I’d be chuffed to bits if you stuck around. It’s a delicious little community - perhaps you even know someone in it already?! 👀

Anyway, share to your story what you think the world needs to hear and if you think there are more things we need to unpick let’s chat in the comments (and maybe I can do a part two!) ⬇️ I’ll meet you there! 💬

Love, as ever, .ot x

04/02/2026

Here’s some guilt I’m releasing in 2026 - and pressure actually. Pressure on myself to give my kids the exact same experience of life. Because, as those of you with multiples know, the same DNA does *not* equal the same children. I’ve literally had sleepless nights worrying about the fact my middle didn’t start swimming lessons as early as my eldest, that my youngest hasn’t had the same amount of baby classes because it became tricky with a toddler, then on the other end of the spectrum worrying my eldest is in too many extracurricular activities just so I can get all the kids on the school run on the days my husband isn’t around. I don’t know how I ever thought I’d be able to work miracles but I truly thought I’d be able to offer them all the same opportunities. Turns out the logistics don’t logistic that way. But also, particularly as they get older, I’ve realised what works for one wouldn’t work for another anyway. My middle is only just now on the verge of being ready for classes where I’m not by his side from start to finish, and come September when the eldest two are in school my youngest gets me all to himself again. I’m using ‘classes’ as it’s the most straightforward example but this worry spills into all areas of my children’s lives, right down to time spent together just me and them, to breastfeeding, to holidays they’ve been on.
But my kids arrived in my arms as they should, and your kids did the same. Each bringing with them lessons only they could teach us & at the time in our life we could best nurture them. It’s woo-woo I know but I’ve had such clarity with this recently I had to share and write about it. Life has a clever way of balancing things naturally for us that stretches way beyond the day to day. If only we pause for long enough to notice and let ourselves be comforted by most things being out of our control anyway.
I could talk about this all day but want to pause as I’m SO curious to hear what you all think on this and perhaps I can continue my ramblings with you all in the comments. ⬇️

Love, as ever, .ot 🤍✨

P.S If this hit home at a moment you needed it, don’t forget to hit ♥️ so I know it’s reaching the right people ###

02/02/2026

29/01/2026

Perhaps one of the most challenging ‘reconditionings’ we can do, particularly as women, but my gosh, the power and growth it unlocks on the flip side when we see there are unlimited seats at the table and stop seeing eachother as threats(!!). It’s one thing I must admit the dudes get right….

Meet me in the comments, I’d love to hear your thoughts (and let me know if I should do more reccoms like this?!) ✨

Love, as ever, .ot xx

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