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
Spring is nearly here. I always get a bit restless this time of year. After being indoors for most of the winter, I always feel the need to clear and clean everything when spring hits.
If you’re after some inspiration for spring cleaning, try some (or all) of these! Continue reading
Remember those days before kids? When you either made fabulous, exciting plans to go places, do things, or do absolutely fuck all – because you could.
My, how life changes after kids. Continue reading
Here is when I need to be a superhero mum. My seven year old’s toy bear has gone on an extended holiday when we returned from our recent family holiday. In other words, the bear has gone missing, and the seven year old is beside himself with grief.
I read stories all the time about families who lose a toy when they’re travelling, and how airlines locate the lost toy and everyone is reunited. I need this to be one of those times. I need to make this situation better. 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
Parents are always busy. Always. It doesn’t matter if you have one child or five, there are always things to do. If you’re a working parent, it just goes up to another level of busyness. So how do you get
shit stuff done? I see it as you have two options.
1. You lower your standards and expectations.
2. You outsource.
I’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
When you become a parent, not only do you retain the set of skills, qualifications and experience you had before your kids came along, you also gain a whole new set.
Most parents could easily qualify for a job at the United Nations, or any large organisation that deals with various governments, large departments or handles crises on a regular basis. Here’s why. 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