Last night, as I sat covered with children on the sofa, one of them asked what my hobby is. And I realised that I don’t have one. And that bothered me. One of them piped up: “Reading mummy, that’s your
Friends
I’m a rubbish friend. By which I mean that I’m not always a reliable friend. I’m a ‘pick-up-and-put-down-and-never-any-hard-feelings’ type of friend. And yet I have some of the best friends that anyone could wish for. Friends who know everything there
Wet Paint
Hello there, please be careful where you sit, the paint’s still drying. Welcome to Battling On. Countless times in the last couple of years I’ve thought about moving my blog to its own home, then faltered, probably to do some
Insomnia
I don’t sleep. Or rather I don’t sleep much. Last night it was definitely after 4am before the sleep fairy came a’calling and it’s been a while since I dropped off before 2am. Needless to say, I’m knackered. I look
The List
The Boy Wonder asked me yesterday what was the one thing I’d always wanted to do. In that moment I couldn’t think of anything at all, but it got me thinking. I want to look back one day and think
Put it in a box and shelve it…
Well hello 2012. How VERY nice it is to see you, looking all dapper and swish with something of a dandy bounce to your step. I’m very glad to see you’ve ditched that ne’er do well 2011. He was a
Sibling Rivalry – A survival guide
I don’t get much chance to do anything these days other than work and vacuum up Special K from the living room floor. But this week I’ve actually written something and it’s up In the Powder Room. Feel free to
This one’s for you Him Up North
It’s more surprising to me than it will be to you that I’m blogging, more so that I’m responding to a meme. But when one of your oldest blogging friends asks it of you there’s not really anything you can
Choices, genetic coding and BoysV9
I often look at my children and wonder how their personalities came to be so completely different. Given the same set of choices, the same rules and parameters, they will come to three very different conclusions or points in time.
Blognonymous – My Husband wants to leave me…
What follows was not written by me – it is a Blognonymous post. If you’re unfamiliar with Blognonymous please click on the link and find out more. Our poster would like to remain anonymous and really appreciates you taking the