Welcome to the phase of parenting that will make you feel like you’re living with small, drunk, bi-polar pirates… Continue reading
My, how life changes after kids. 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
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
I’m a redhead. This means, generally speaking, like other redheads, I have a very short fuse*.
My parents have told me stories of when I was a toddler and my temper. Think of the phrase, “hell hath no fury like a pissed off toddler”. Now factor in the redhead element into the equation, and it starts to paint a pretty scary picture of some epic toddler tantrums. Now times that by five, and according to my parents, this is what my toddler is like. Continue reading