Milk and Mayhem follows the antics of two mischievous boys. It documents the relentless charm of trying to be the best parent, without the help of a degree in international relations. It is mostly true, but I haven’t called my kids Milk and Mayhem and my husband is not a relative of Winnie the Pooh. For the purpose of this blog Milk is my eldest son and Mayhem is his younger brother.
All characters, apart from my family, are fictional and any resemblance to real people is a total freak co-incidence. All the stories are, sadly, true.