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…
We’ve had a busy couple of months in the Battling On household thanks to some very nice people inviting us out and sending us some fun stuff to review.
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
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
Oh Bonfire Night how I love thee. So much that I will consider venturing out into the dark alone with three children, risking losing at least one, maiming a couple and parting with a pocket-full of silver just to hear
Feels like a while since I was here. I make no excuses for that, it’s my blog and I’ll blog if I want to etc etc. Just thought I’d pop in though and thank the good folk at Incahoot who
Time was that I thought I was finally beginning to crack this parenting egg. The ferals are all in full time school, I am in full time work (albeit at very strange times of the day and night), and we
So, I have this friend who’s been asked to do something really exciting. Something life changing. Something that could be life changing for around about 4 million others. Impressive stuff yes? That friend is Chris Mosler of Thinly Spread. If
I’ve not been here much of late. That’s something that’s probably going to continue as real life takes me in its firm grip. I’m spending a LOT of time here these days, and it’s a very good place to be
Once upon a time I was a woman who didn’t require instructions. Who could put together a flat pack bookcase without glancing at the 10 page leaflet, who could programme a TV/DVD/Set-top-box without so much as a sharp intake of
This is a Blognonymous post. The author wishes to remain anonymous but needs to tell his story. He would really appreciate your advice and support. Thank you ————————————————————————- I know a young man who had it all. Tall, blond, handsome