Well, this feels a little strange.

Opening up the website and actually sitting down to write again.

I could probably start with a long explanation about where I’ve been, why I stopped writing and why there are considerably more cobwebs around this part of Life of a Crazy Mum than I’d care to admit.

But life happened.

And actually, I think that might be the whole point.

When I started Life of a Crazy Mum, my life looked very different. I was raising children, juggling work, family, money, relationships and all the usual chaos that came with being “Mum”.

Now those children are adults.

And somewhere along the way, I realised something:

Life doesn’t stop when the children grow up.

If anything, I’ve discovered there’s an awful lot of life still waiting to be lived.

So… what happened?

I didn’t deliberately decide to stop writing.

I just gradually wrote less.

Social media became quicker. A photograph and a caption could tell a story without spending an evening writing 1,500 words. Reels arrived. TikTok arrived. Algorithms changed approximately every five minutes and suddenly creating content seemed to involve doing absolutely everything except sitting down and writing.

Meanwhile, my actual life was changing too.

There have been some brilliant moments.

I’ve travelled. I’ve sat in theatres and concert venues. I’ve eaten some fabulous food. I’ve explored places across South Wales, escaped on city breaks and travelled considerably further afield.

I’ve laughed until my stomach hurt and had experiences that reminded me how much I genuinely love getting out and discovering things.

There have also been some bloody difficult moments.

Life hasn’t suddenly become neat and Instagrammable just because my children grew up.

I’ve dealt with relationships ending, money worries, mental health, changing family dynamics, getting older, questioning what I actually want from the next part of my life and occasionally wondering what on earth I’m doing.

And perhaps that’s why I’ve found myself wanting to write again.

Because there’s a whole part of life after raising children that we don’t talk about enough.

And some stories need more than a Reel.

Life after the kids grow up: I’m 47. Now what?

There’s a strange bit of life that nobody really prepared me for.

For years, so many decisions revolve around your children.

School. Work. Money. Holidays. Where you live. What you cook. What time you need to be somewhere. Who needs picking up. Who has forgotten their PE kit.

And then gradually they don’t need you in quite the same way anymore.

Suddenly you’re standing there thinking…

Who am I when I’m not needed as Mum all the time?

I’m still Mum. Of course I am.

But I’m also Fi.

And I’m discovering that I quite like her.

She’s curious. She wants to travel more. She’ll happily book a theatre ticket, disappear for a city break, photograph something because it caught her eye, find a ridiculous cocktail bar or spend far too long researching somewhere she’s suddenly decided she wants to visit.

She also has big ideas, occasionally questionable financial decisions, an ever-growing list of house projects and a habit of turning a perfectly normal weekend into content.

Some things clearly haven’t changed.

Rediscovering yourself in your 40s

I don’t particularly want to talk about “finding myself”.

I’m not lost.

But I do think there’s something interesting about reaching your 40s and realising you have the opportunity to decide what you want the next part of your life to look like.

For me, that’s meant asking more questions.

Where do I want to live?

Where haven’t I travelled yet?

What experiences have I been putting off?

What do I want from my career?

What makes me happy when I’m making decisions purely for myself?

And perhaps most importantly:

What do I actually want?

I don’t have all the answers.

In fact, if you’ve come here looking for somebody who has midlife completely sorted, you’ve definitely taken a wrong turn.

But I think figuring it out might be quite fun.

So what is Life of a Crazy Mum now?

That’s the question I’ve been thinking about most.

And I don’t want to reinvent it into some perfectly polished “lifestyle brand”.

Because that’s never really been me.

I want this to be somewhere we can talk about life.

The places worth visiting.

The shows worth seeing.

The restaurants worth trying.

South Wales and everything happening on my doorstep.

Travel and city breaks.

Food, live music, theatre, culture and those slightly random experiences that make brilliant stories afterwards.

But I also want to talk about the things that don’t always fit neatly into a 30-second video.

• Money.
• Mental health.
• Starting again.
• Family.
• Getting older.
• Friendships.
• Adult children.
• Careers.
• Making mistakes.
• Changing your mind.

And figuring out what you want the next 40-odd years of your life to look like.

Because I’m certainly still figuring mine out.

Maybe that’s the new crazy

When my children were younger, “crazy mum” meant chaos.

These days, perhaps it means something slightly different.

Maybe it’s being brave enough to admit you don’t have everything sorted by your forties.

Maybe it’s deciding you still want adventures.

Maybe it’s booking the trip.

Going to the gig.

Trying the restaurant.

Starting the project.

Talking openly about the things that went wrong as well as celebrating the things that went right.

And maybe it’s realising you’re allowed to build a life that isn’t entirely centred around everybody else.

I don’t know exactly where this next chapter is going.

And for once, I’m actually quite excited about that.

Welcome — or welcome back

So, whether you’ve followed Life of a Crazy Mum for years, found me through Instagram or TikTok, or somehow landed here while Googling something completely unrelated…

Welcome. Or welcome back.

Put the kettle on.

We’ve got a lot to catch up on.

Fi 💜

Life of a Crazy Mum — turns out, there’s a lot of life after Mum.

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About Fi

I’m Fi, a South Wales-based lifestyle creator and the woman behind Life of a Crazy Mum.

I share the places I go, the things I experience and quite a lot of the real life that happens in between — from travel and city breaks to theatre, live music, food and drink, South Wales and whatever has caught my curiosity that week.

I’m 47, my children are grown up, and I’m discovering that life after raising children isn’t an ending at all.

Turns out, there’s a lot of life after Mum.

And I’m here to experience it — and tell you about it.

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