There I was, sitting in my home office, minding my own business, when I heard a strange thumping sound coming from the lounge. My heart stopped, and in a millisecond I considered just locking myself in the office and hiding from whoever was ransacking my house. Then I realised, I'm an adult, don't be pathetic,… Continue reading A Bird In My House!
When did the word 'competition' become a dirty word, not to be uttered for fear of being made to feel guilty for wanting more, or for fear of offending everyone? I read a post today that got me all fired up, enough to actually put my fingers to my keyboard and write this post. It was… Continue reading What Happened To Competition?
A minute. 60 seconds. A moment. As a wife and mother, my family expect me to be able to do a multitude of tasks whenever they need it done. I am not complaining, and I am not alone. There are millions of us. We are the consummate professionals at juggling life. We are expected to… Continue reading Just A Moment
My "3 Strike" Superstition, and why I listen to it.
We had quite the weekend here in our house: A black eye, plate smashing, broken furniture. Seriously, you can't make this stuff up. This is a list of the injuries and breakages suffered (mostly) at the hands of my children mostly. 1. The least serious of all, but maybe most expensive on the list: the bathroom cupboard… Continue reading A Catalogue Of Weekend Injuries
For the past 10 days I have been working on costumes for the girls. Their (Catholic) school celebrates Shrove Tuesday every year by having a fancy-dress day. Each year or class gets their own theme, and then the older years run a contest to determine a winner. For the younger kids (pre-school), it's not supposed… Continue reading When Your Kids Hurt Your Feelings
So this happened today: My youngest throws a tantrum at the gym during her swimming lesson. To see a 6" something giant swimming coach wrestle a 3 year old and loose to 'the plank', is quite something to behold! Anyway ... so we leave early. She refuses to change so we just run to the… Continue reading It’s Funny Now