We talk a lot at Another Mother about being a non-judgemental housekeeping service — but what does that really mean? This week, after a conversation about dating apps, bias and those little “no offence, but…” phrases we all hear, I found myself reflecting on the difference between judging a space and judging the people who live in it.

As housekeepers, we make objective judgements every day: the sink needs scrubbing, the laundry will take two loads, the bathroom needs a deep clean. But what we never do is attach moral meaning to a messy home. Family chaos is never a reflection of your worth — only of how much you’re carrying, and how little support you’ve likely been given.

In this post, I unpack what non-judgement truly looks like inside real homes, why it matters, and how separating practical judgement from emotional judgement can change the way you see yourself and your space.

When we’re well-rested, supported, and resourced, we can usually brush off these irritations. But in the absence of sleep, breaks, validation, community, or just ten quiet minutes to ourselves, even the smallest friction can ignite something much bigger.

The third trimester is a magical, if not slight uncomfortable threshold. You’re about to cross into motherhood, perhaps for the very first time. It’s the shift from an inward focus—my child is growing inside me, how can I nourish and protect my body?—to an outward one—my child is in my arms, how can I nourish and protect them? It’s tender, transformative, and often full of both anticipation and anxious waiting.

If you’re in your third trimester, chances are you’ve felt the urge to clean, organise, or “get everything ready” before your baby arrives. This instinct — often called nesting — is incredibly common, but it’s also widely misunderstood.

If you’re in your third trimester and find yourself scrubbing skirting boards at 9pm, rearranging the pantry, or suddenly desperate deep clean inside the vacuum cleaner (like I did)…welcome to nesting.

Twelve months ago, I launched Another Mother with one goal: to help mums feel less alone. What I didn’t realise then is that this little idea — scribbled on a notepad at a bar, would grow into a business with a waitlist, a team of five local mums, and a mission that’s bigger than cleaning.

Discover why messy homes deserve compassion—not shame—and how practical, judgment-free support can ease the mental load of modern motherhood.