During the Black Plague, there was a village in the north of England that made the decision not to try to escape the disease when villagers became infected. In doing so they would create a kind of barrier, and stop the disease spreading further, thereby saving many lives. That was us on Friday. The boys … More The Black Plague of Father’s Days
Botched feminism, shoddy parenting, family life on a school farm…
On Sunday morning the children played outside, so I took a few minutes to read one of Raff’s online nursery reports in the kitchen. It talked about how he said his favourite thing about half term was me cleaning the airing cupboard, that he’d been lovely to his best friend, shared with the other children … More Delighting in your Children? Don’t.
‘No kids, stop with all the thanks! Really! It’s only a tidy airing cupboard! Yes it might have taken me nearly a day, caused nothing but pain, frustration and some pretty heavy-duty soul searching about the point of my existence… but please, give Daddy some credit. He has installed a whole playhouse-cum-alfresco- dining area, he’s … More Daddy’s A Hero Too, Kids