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
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
I’m going to be honest. Parenting has felt difficult recently. The kids just don’t listen, everyone seems tired, and some days, I think I might as well be invisible. I was talking to my seven year old the other day, when while he was looking at me, he said, “pardon, are you talking to me?”
At least he didn’t say, “what?”
I felt like banging my head against the wall. Continue reading
Friday nights – the end of a work week. The chance to kick up your heels, enjoy a
bottle few glasses of wine and forget about responsibility for a bit. Unless you have kids, then it looks slightly different. Continue reading