The lives of others.

At a recent, child free wedding (not ours) we found ourselves sat at the grown up equivalent of the children’s table. That is the table of people who all have small children/are pregnant.

Obviously, as happens when you have freedom from children, the conversation quickly turned to children (including a lengthy section on ‘pooey nappies’) all of us regaling the soon to be parents with the humorous tales of parenting. Continue reading “The lives of others.”

Check your Dadding skills…

A few months ago an article was published  about what makes a Supermum.

I got myself rather cross, as oft I do,and wrote a post about Supermums (I get cross enough to blog not quite cross enough to declare myself ‘Livid from Leeds’ in a Daily Mail article with my very angry face on). Continue reading “Check your Dadding skills…”

For my babies, a letter…

To my children.

I may get uptight, I may seem sharp.
I sometimes get cross.
I often mutter “forfucksake” a lot under my breath.
I get annoyed when you shout me at 3am because you need a wee and want company or even worse when you shout me then you’re asleep by the time I’ve dragged my tired arse to your room. Continue reading “For my babies, a letter…”

Sowing the seeds…

The other day we took the children to Waitrose cafe for a treat (how terribly posh!?).
As we sat, dragging the standards down, a dad and his son who looked about 11 sat at the table next to us ( I assume it was a Dad and son, it was definitely a preteen boy and his responsible adult). Continue reading “Sowing the seeds…”

Out of the mouths of babes.

I have never hidden the fact that I’m not fond of children that aren’t mine. Heck, I’ve even written a post about OPC.
I will admit though, over the last few months I’ve become well practised at playdates and I’m becoming more tolerant (or I’m choosing Aoife’s friends for her more wisely…) and I actually find them entertaining now. Continue reading “Out of the mouths of babes.”