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.…
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…
Mother’s Day
As I sit here in the corner of my couch in a makeshift nest made of cushions nursing the mother of all hangovers I’m thankful that Seth has opted for the nap he usually refuses on a weekend. I’m thankful…
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