How soon we do forget (or “What are you staring at missus?”)
We’re just back from the local leisure centre, where my three-year-old puked. There was no warning. He’d been pretty bouncy all day (maybe that was the problem). But he was off his food – which...
View ArticleNeurotic? Moi?
I look back with embarrassment at how neurotic I was when my eldest was a newborn. He had to wear the same sleeping bag at night (otherwise, I worried he wouldn’t sleep). I sterilised everything a...
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From the moment my first child was born, I’ve been obsessed with it. Am I ever going to get it again? How much will I get? How long will it last? Is that mum over there getting more than me? Sleep....
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That was the Summer that was
The Summer holidays are well and truly over. Brodie returned to school this morning. Blake starts back at nursery tomorrow. But what will they remember of this past seven weeks? Will Blake even...
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Shame… with a cherry on top
Locking the bathroom door and running the tap, I produced the box from behind my back. “Ssssshhhhhhh!” I said to Blake, handing him a Cherry Bakewell to eat. “Don’t tell anyone.” By ‘anyone’ I meant...
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Shovel list
I started writing this post after Ruth at Dorkymum did her own shovel list – a roll call of the people she’d love to hit in the face with a shovel. Now I’m pretty sure Ruth’s not the...
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