She is Six

I don’t write a birthday post for each child each year, because life is busy and sometimes birthdays pass us by in a rush. This year, because things are just so hectic and there is so much going on I felt that it was even more important to sit down…

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Stealing A Look

I stole a glance, hoping that he wouldn’t see.  I’ve been warned often enough not to do embarrassing things. There he was among his friends, chatting and laughing, confident. I saw something new, something that’s been around a while  but I’ve been ignoring it, pretending that it’s not there. He’s…

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The Guilt

Guilt. Find an article about a working mother without the word being mentioned. Go on, I dare you. You’ll be a while looking. Guilt. “It’s a useless emotion.” “Don’t waste your time on it.” Let it go, like Elsa famously said. I’m sick and tired of being told what to…

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To My Children, If You’re Reading This

Dearest Children. If you’re reading this then you’ve either swiped my phone or are using the internet unsupervised, but it is addressed to you I guess, so who am I to stop you. If you’ve been having a root around this site you are bound to be asking yourself some…

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There’s Always One (2016)

Three kids. But there’s always one. One who pushes my buttons. One who shrieks at a pitch that sends me over the edge. One that wants “up on you lap”. One that refuses to talk. One that refuses to stop talking. One that won’t wash their hands, One that’s germophobic…

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Ten

I remember so well the first time I saw you. Your little head slightly squished from your fraught arrival, covered in a mop of blonde hair. She handed you to me, wrapped in your blue hospital blanket, “a big lad”she told me. You still are. I held you tight and…

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Save me from the Whinge!

I’m a parent now almost ten years. I’ve the scars to prove it. Along with the joy, the happiness, the sense of pride and achievement I’ve dealt with the downsides too. I like to think I’ve soldiered through well. I’ve battled colic. At least twice. I’ve removed headlice and soothed…

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All Aboard for Dinovember!

Tomorrow is the first of November, when all across the world toy dinosaurs “come to life” at night and get up to mischief.  There’s no message, no threats for the kids to behave or the dinosaurs will report them to a higher authority, no consequences. It’s just old-fashioned fun, with…

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We Need Eight Hours Sleep They Say

I’m tired. Oh so tired. Nearly always. I’m tired of not getting enough sleep, and these days its more my own fault than the kids’. (Well, mostly, there still are nights that I wake up with a chubby foot on my neck and I wonder when she climbed in beside…

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