10 years of facebook posts about the battles, sorry I mean delights, of raising 2 boys… 24 Nov 2010 (age 1 & 2) Andrew’s lesson for today: don’t use Robert’s potty as a hat when you don’t like getting your hair shampooed. 6 July 2011 (age 2 & 3) A bit of muffin caught in…
Working mother guilt really peaks at this time of year. It’s awful enough when I feel bad about not being with my children; not picking them up from school myself, not always being able to go to the endless number of school events that require parental attendance these days. But there are two weeks during the summer…
Ahhh, the Book Fair! Yesterday I had the ‘no, I’m not buying an overpriced sticker book’ conversation with my kids. It’s a familiar discussion, as I had it every year for seven years with my older daughter, too. Moan, moan, no, no. They have plenty of books, we get new ones from the library on a regular…
I had two babies who were bad sleepers. I was up with both of them several times a night and I was knackered. Not in a light hearted ‘I’ll joke about this one day’ fashion – it was more of a drained, angry feeling I dragged about with me all day. My one aim of…
I was in my early twenties, on a bus in Edinburgh, and I saw a mother pull down a toddler’s trousers and pants, then hold them over a drain on a busy street so they could pee. I was horrified! What kind of person would do that in public? When I bought my first house…
Everyone’s life looks great on social media, and I’m sure mine is no exception. I post about things that make me happy, or things that make me laugh. I post about the many things that irritate and infuriate me. But I never post about the things that make me feel truly awful. On days when…
Our school newsletter reported that ‘Christmas jumper day’ had raised £207.83 for charity. Great stuff. But I wonder how much Tesco, Asda, Primark, Matalan, Next etc made from it in additional jumper sales. Pupils were told that on the day of the school fair, they could donate £1 and wear a Christmas jumper or decorate…
In July 2015 we visited Nevis Range, Fort William and there was a foreign couple in the queue ahead of us with a (roughly) 3 year old boy and a 4 year old girl. The boy fell over and wailed for ages, kicking and screaming in his mother’s arms, while they bought tickets. A while…
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