Procrastination
We’re getting ‘holiday ready’! Not a body thing (that ship sailed) but the preholiday week of attempting to get shit together whilst consistently being unprepared. Choosing the accommodation was bad enough. Can’t share room with kids, they’re noisy. No balcony,…
“Remember, you can be anything you want to be. Even a hammerhead shark if that makes you happy.
At what point do we stop telling our children they can be or do anything they dream? “Never!” I hear you cry. Obviously we don’t intend to stop telling them the world is their oyster but eventually, probably accidentally, we…
The joys only a child can bring (or maybe a puppy)
The children are on their holiday. I’M FREE. 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…
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…
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…
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.…
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