The joys only a child can bring (or maybe a puppy)

The children are on their holiday.
OK, I’ll admit it. I’m missing them so much already.
My house feels empty. So quiet.
I feel like I have no purpose to my existence when they’re not here.
As much as I think I miss my BC life on occasion, I must have spent a lot of time bored! Continue reading “The joys only a child can bring (or maybe a puppy)”

Holidays are coming.

Firstly, a clarification.
I worry that to those who don’t actually know me, I may come across a bit blasé in regard to my children/parenthood, like I think it’s some huge joke. I’m not. I love my children with every fibre of my being. My heart hurts when I’m not with them. I would move heaven and earth for them. I just find life a lot more fun if I make light of things and admit the not so wonderful and fuzzy times we have.

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A letter to George

Dear Mr Osbourne,

Can I call you George?
Today is YOUR day,George, your time to shine!
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t envy you one bit. I really wouldn’t like the pressure of trying to balance the books of the country but you chose the job. Good on you! Continue reading “A letter to George”

Sleep, it’s for the weak.

You may recall a previous post where I spoke about how bedtime in our house could be a bit of a rigmarole. Well, we cracked it! We had a full week of going to bed and going to sleep brilliantly. I was going to allow myself to be smug then… Continue reading “Sleep, it’s for the weak.”

Feelings, nothing more than feelings.

When I were young children didn’t have feelings!

OK, so that might not be actually true. As a child I did have feelings but they seemed kind of simple. I was either happy, sad or angry and I expressed these feelings by laughing or crying. I was very basic as a child and, if my memory serves me correctly (which it may not as it’s getting on a bit) all the children around me appeared to express their three feelings in the same way. I’m not saying this was ideal but that’s how it was in the olden days.

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