Well, that's just shit

My day started well, then turned to shit. Literally. I had my legs waxed (hurrah!), got some writing done and some down time in there, as well. I managed to avoid Lego Club, did the school run and the Guitar Lesson Shuttle. Grumpy was focussed on doing some overdue bookwork.…

It's difficult

I find it difficult when you break my sleep, every night, and have done so for the last three years, to function in a calm and, well, functioning manner each morning. Day, really. I find it even more difficult to determine what it is, exactly, you want when you scream…

What's in a name?

Ah, the Saturday morning joy, where I forget that they no longer belong to me and involve watching some under 10s fuddle their way around a basketball court, get home and listen to Grumpy Pants on his Lets Tidy The House Up Rant, whereby he speaks to everyone like shit…

The smell of post-bath children

Kids everywhere, Chippie outside and getting into everything he shouldn’t, other two eating everything they can get their hands on and additional children being extremely well behaved and playing with things that are “new” to them. Drag Chippie in, filthy, feed him dinner (all part of the immunisation program –…

Parenting – its all in the timing, you idiom

After today’s efforts, I pulled out all stops to get myself a bath with only one child, not three. I timed dinner perfectly; we could eat as a family, and we’d finish just prior to the Simpsons starting, which meant I could go have a bath with Chippie, and the…