This morning the 5yo gouged the face of the 4yo. Luckily we’d recently cut off all her nails so all she left were red marks that quickly faded. An hour later, en route to that there London, the 4yo retaliated,
Who killed the Cheerleader?
I failed the Gallery challenge to find my favourite photo last week.. Even after I’d gone to the trouble of trying to bribe the eternally wonderful Spudballoo I just couldn’t find the right image. In the end I crawled away
What do you do?
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
Toy Story Syndrome – A Modern Affliction
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).
Knowing me, knowing you….
Sometimes you need a little time before you can write about something. Time to decipher the emotions, space to let things be long enough to see a clear path. Last week, when my youngest child started school, I really didn’t
Fishy Pie
I’ve been away for a week, on the rather gorgeous and pretty remote Isle of Raasay (Western Isles, Scotland for any geographobes out there). Obviously I’ve returned with a camera full of images and a head full of thoughts but
28 again….
As you get older the whole concept of a birthday changes. As I lay pretending to be asleep in my bed this morning I could hear the excited whispers of little people covering the bed with cards and presents, negotiating
Pareto and other loosely held economic beliefs….
Ok, so bear with me here. My A level economics result was lamentable at best, but I did take the odd thing from it. I was always drawn to Pareto’s principle – that roughly 80% of effects come from 20%
Fairies and Funghi
The Dell is less than a two minute walk from my parent’s house – the house I spent most of my ‘growing up proper’ years in. Its bowl shape is suggestive of meteors and magic, but it could easily have
The Crafty Mum
Yesterday my ego was felled. Well and truly hobbled by the 8yo. As I lay wounded, I wondered if my Catherine Tate-esque ‘I can do that’ attitude was letting me down. If maybe I should be less brazen about my