What’s That Smell?

It isn’t the first time I’ve walked into the house and been not just confronted, but almost knocked backwards by the odour that permeated my nostrils. By permeated, I mean clawed its way up my nose, permeated any and all membranes housed within my skull, and physically ravaged my brain.…

To The Letter of the English Language

I spent a few horrid, torrid hours with my first born this evening. At first, I was filled with a mix of nostalgia, pride, and the opportunity to spend some time doing something togehter. That all lasted for approximately 3.6 seconds before it became extremely clear to me that he…

All the High School Feels

A sizeable element of my extreme busy-ness at the moment is to do with the Middlest Child and his impending foray into high school. Not just my annual involvement in the graduation of the primary school’s grade 6 cohort, nor this year’s brilliant idea that I put together a digital…

Gun-Ho Parenting

A small boy, walking closely beside his mother pushing a stroller laden with a smaller child and all the bags and paraphernalia that goes hand in hand with a day out with two smallish children, was the focus of worldwide attention last week. I know, because although I’m so freaking…