This week has been the first full week back of school/nursery/work. Raff has been learning about the letter ‘S’ in nursery, Bear has been doing some fairly high end maths involving three numbers at a time, and Edie has been working hard on the pronunciation of ‘NO!’ ‘SIT DOWN!’ and ‘NO!’ Don’t like to boast … More S is for…
This year, for my 40th, I went with some girlfriends to Ibiza for the weekend. This is what I learnt. If you’re not used to leaving your children, it’s fine that 90 minutes into your journey your husband calls, begging you to come back already. What is not fine is him later sending you a … More Mum’s Gone to Ibiza
Yesterday Raff had his nursery summer concert. They did She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain, The Owl and the Pussycat, Walking on Sunshine and something in French. It was heaven and all the kids were adorable. Though not as adorable as Raff, obvs. And herein lies a Very Worrying Realisation: I’m basically a Stage School … More Stage-School-Mum-at-Nursery-Concert Shocker
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
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
This Sunday morning I found myself, as one often does, cradling a bottle of pig sperm. About this time last year our (then) five year old son, Bear, received his accidental sex education as the pigs started shagging in front of him. Well, since then we’ve got rid of the daddy boar and Andrew is … More Sex Education Revisited