You can always tell when a mum has been granted a leave pass for a night out with friends. When work schedules have miraculously worked out so there are no late meetings or events for either parents, or a babysitter has been found and confirmed, and turned up to the house.
How can you tell?
Look at the handbag. There will be a teeny tiny handbag, or a gorgeous leather bag – free of stains or marks on the outside. No wipes and nappies hanging out, no bulging water bottles or zip lock bags of fruit to be seen. The gorgeous bag is safe to be taken out – no danger of snot being wiped on it, milk drinks being spilt on it, and it doesn’t need to be big enough to double as an overnight bag. Continue reading
Random acts of kindness. You don’t seem to hear much about them these days. All the news we seem to hear is about atrocities, terror, disasters, corruption. Can we change this, please? Continue reading
After a typically exasperating evening with the toddler, filled with delightful behaviour like throwing cutlery across the dinner table, narrowly missing his brother, I was fighting the urge to swear under my breath and roll my eyes.
And then I saw something that made me giggle, and realise we’re not the only one who deal with toddlers, and their delightful quirks. Continue reading
What is it with this time of year? Everyone is exhausted and cranky. We’re trying to tick all those jobs off our lists in time for Christmas and school holidays. Lots of pressure. But we know that when it actually gets to school holidays and Christmas, we’re going to be so over it all, we won’t enjoy the time properly.
We’d all rather prefer to hide in a cupboard somewhere with a jar of nutella and a spoon, or a great big glass of red. Or maybe both…. Continue reading
I love the idea of Christmas traditions. Something you get to look forward to each year and to enjoy as a family.
But I find by the end of the year, everyone is so exhausted, I don’t want to make plans for huge, amazing things as I know we’ll all just be a) too tired b) too busy, or c) don’t care because of a) and b). But there are a few things we have managed to start and continue as a family tradition. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I sat down at my laptop and tapped away. “Therapeutic typing” is how I referred to blogging. Some moments of time snatched away from the everyday stuff that always needs to be done, and refocused on me.
Maybe that’s where I have gone wrong. Not focusing on me. Continue reading
I’m exhausted. I’ve been running on fumes for months.
I’m burnt out and fed up.
I need a break.
And somehow, the kids just know I’m at breaking point… Continue reading