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…
Theories often abound that we are a nation obsessed with cleaning, that if we just relaxed a little then childhood asthma, eczema, allergies and the like would all just fade away back to pre-war levels.
After a practically perfect half term that involved spending time with lovely people like this, this, this and this, we packed off our brood for a night with their grandparents. The 5yo arrived with her first, and by now very
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,
I was talking to an old friend this week, remembering a time when we were both much younger. It’s funny where the tendrils of nostalgia take you – I got to thinking about activism, about taking a stand, shouting your
Sometimes you meet someone and it feels like it was ‘meant to be’. Maybe you’ve admired them from afar before getting up the nerve to talk to them properly, and when you finally do you launch into a friendship that
I’m a runner. This time last week I’d have been unqualified to say that. You could have probably had me pulled over by the running ombudsman and challenged that my occasional run/walk around country lanes signified nothing more than attempted
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
After Wikio contacted me recently to be one of the bloggers to preview the October rankings I got to thinking, and talking to others about ranking systems and why they’re there. I’ve always believed that rankings were compiled through some
Soooo, where were we? Well, it would appear that I’ve become the online goto woman for headlice related information – which is nice and I suppose fair, given my *ahem* previous condition. I have to thank the very lovely people
So this week I was skirting round the blogosphere, as you do, and I read this post on MumsRock about changing career paths. I skimmed it yesterday, and then today was drawn to return because something’s nagging at me and