Summer wasn’t meant to be this way. Summer was meant to be about feeling the sun on your face, lifting your chin to let it filter down your body, enveloping you in a cocoon of gold.
She stares blankly at the walls. Undone. "What did I forget?"
“Jesus Christ woman, what is this?! I’ve just got off an eight hour flight, I don’t need this crap!” Gripping the kitchen chair, she pulled the wooden seat tight against her thighs, ready to assume the crash position.
There I was, foetally curled, waiting for something to happen. My beautiful boy didn’t stumble back to his bed, he lay down, spooning me and pulling as many towels as he could over the two of us. And there we lay…
Do have a parenting ‘style’? Does everything have to follow the same regimented rule book or did you throw away the handbooks within the first week and adopt a libertarian attitude? Maybe you’re a new parent, wondering which box to
You know those times when you know something isn’t quite right? You’ve taken advice from someone more qualified, and their way of doing things seems to be working, or half working, but it’s not quite what you expected?
Do you trust me? You know, really trust me? Are you confident that I am what you think I am? Or are you not quite sure about me? Is the jury out? Are you lurking, trying to make up your
Actually we’re not exactly football mad in this household, the OH is (in a big way), but he’s pretty much on his own in his chosen path. The kids all love a kick around in the garden and 2 of
Today is a semi anonymous guest post. She’s a blogger known to many of you, and whilst happy for you to know who she is, would prefer no direct reference. Here’s the link to her blog. As always, your comments
25th February 2002. The day it all changed. After a torturous labour punctuated with drugs, monitors and laudably fanciful birth plans the Boy Wonder was pulled into this world. I won’t repel you with the tale of the stitch-up job
As I drove past my local school recently I noticed that it was ‘Walk to school week’, this catapulted me into a thorny forest of guilt. Firstly due to the fact that if I used the local school I could
I’m not known for my domestic abilities. I freely admit to needing help in many areas of which that is just one, and I’m altogether remiss at caring all that much about my lack of ‘The Nigella Gene’. It would
Thank you to Paula for allowing me to use her blog for a bit of a vent. My family read my blog and, whilst I need to rant about this for a while, I’m not sure I want them to
Some time ago I wrote this. It wasn’t really a post about religion, it was a post about human kindness and the fact that it prevails, despite everything. There must have been something in the air because around the same