I am currently in the middle of writing Parenting: Messy in the Middle with Sweatpants, and let me tell you—it’s as real and raw as it gets. I’m diving headfirst into the unfiltered reality of ‘mum guilt,’ the kind that creeps in when you’ve ordered takeout for the third time this week. I’m also taking on the perfect parent illusion and why chasing it is a total trap (spoiler: it doesn’t exist). Then there’s losing your cool over something as small as socks—turns out, it’s not just a meltdown, but the start of something epic when it leads to real connection and change. This book is all about embracing the messy middle, where you’ve got sweatpants on, your hair in a bun, and life is far from perfect, but you’re showing up anyway.