That time when my kid said …

That time when my kid said that I’m a palaeontologist. Or kind of a palaeontologist, if you’re to believe what my nine-year-old told his teacher.

But I’m not.

Sure, I’m studying palaeontology, because let’s face it, dinosaurs are cool and what kid hasn’t said at one stage that when they grow up, they want to be a palaeontologist. But there’s a difference between studying online for shits and giggles, versus being a doctorate qualified specialist… Continue reading

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All I want for Christmas is a nap

All I want for Christmas is a nap. Seriously. A gorgeous, uninterrupted nap with my fab new contour pillow that feels like my head is resting on a cloud.

The perfect nap that leaves you refreshed, happy and ready to deal with even the biggest tantrums the kids decide to throw.

Is that a lot to ask for? Continue reading

Ageing gracefully

I’m all for ageing gracefully

I get that as we age, things change.

I have wrinkles around my eyes, which I say are laughter lines. Sounds so much better that way. Although it was so kindly pointed out to me once by a beautician who barely looked old enough to have finished primary school, that I probably should start thinking about using an eye cream to reduce those wrinkles.

I was 26 when she told me that…. Continue reading