Taking stock

taking stockThe year is flying by. The leaves on the trees are changing colour here and I’m looking forward to the cooler weather. The last month or so has been full-on, so it felt like the perfect time to take stock again and practice a little gratitude.

Making: plans to get around to finish painting the boys’ rooms. Keep procrastinating though, painting ceilings is horrible.
Cooking: pasta. Comfort food for cooler weather.
Drinking: shiraz – perfect weather for a glass of red in the evening, and peppermint tea during the day.
Reading: a good old chick-lit paper back, and a fascinating, if not rather heavy, history of the creation of the NSA and GCHQ. Polar opposites, I know.
Wanting: to sleep, and read Big Magic.
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More things mums of boys will understand

More things mums of boys will understandI’m a mum of boys, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Even when random strangers imply that I’m apparently missing out on a great parenting experience by only having sons, and no daughter.

So far, my boys have taught me that farts are apparently, hilarious. Often so funny, that when one of them farts, the other laughs so hard, he almost falls off his chair. Continue reading