As a child you’re generally unaware of your situation compared to anyone else’s. This changes as you grow and you start to compare, to desire the things you don’t have, and to see yourself as others do. I’d like to
…aka, ‘The Post with all the answers’…
After my post last week turned into an unexpected quiz, I casually mentioned that I might do the same again, but this time with album covers. The problem with having an idea like that is that you’re then unable to
My friend Liz over at Violet Posy nominated me to receive a bumper pack of Tesco‘s school uniform. With 3 children in the house you can imagine how grateful I was. A huge, black box arriving at the door filled
There seems to be an age cut off point, beneath which the word ‘melon’ is impossible to pronounce. In our house we have lemons for melons, something that always makes me laugh. Funnier still was the fact that I was
In a parallel universe somewhere I am a slightly shorter, more robust version of Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, twirling a samurai sword and freedom fighting my way through another yellow leather clad day.
I don’t normally like to admit that I’m particularly lacking in an area, but in the case of my sense of direction it’s so blatantly obvious that I’m probably better off being up front about it.
This week on the Gallery Tara has chosen the theme ‘Celebration’. So easy and yet so, not. There are so many celebratory pictures that I could have chosen but I wanted to try something a little bit different.
It’s not been the best of weeks chez Battling. Sending our youngest off to school has been a trial. A week of unsettled tears from our 5yo hasn’t helped and at this point everything feels terribly raw, our emotions bubbling
As I attempted to tidy the 4yo’s room earlier I realised that I was suffering from a modern phenomenon – Toy Story Syndrome (insert dramatic music here).