Parenting When You Are Impatient

Some nights as I fall asleep I think back to what happened during the day. Occasionally I feel twangs of guilt about things I’ve said or done. You see I’m a naturally impatient person. I can’t stand slow things, people or laziness. I like things to be done straight away. Point is, when it’s quiet at night and my kids are sleeping soundly, I reflect on the day. I then realise that some days I have… View Post

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Let’s Just Be Mothers, Not Martyrs

We all need time to ourselves. Sometimes being a mother is like being part of a ridiculous circus. Where you’re the juggler, the tightrope walker, the clown and the person who sells the hot dogs in the interval. So it’s not surprising that every so often we want to go and do our own thing for a while. This usually means walking around the supermarket, rather than sat in luxurious hotel spa, but time to yourself is vital. Personally,… View Post

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I’ve hit the school holidays wall

School Holidays; Day eighteen. This was how long it took for me to hit the wall. Truthfully, they were beginning to annoy me by lunchtime on Day 6. But it wasn’t until Day Eighteen that drinking from a bathtub of vodka with a straw began to seem like a good idea. I want to be a mother. I love my children. Why is this happening to me? And I know I’ve beat this drum before but… View Post

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My Parenting Little White Lies

With parenthood, I’ve found myself to be in several situations where I have to stretch the truth to really get the point across. E getting too smart to fall for most of it but I will still use them on both the children as long as I can, Your teeth will fall out – So, your teeth can fall out if you don’t take care of them obviously. However I make it sound more urgent.  When sweet… View Post

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An Early Start To The Day

  I was up early. Not by choice, I’ll admit. But this time, I didn’t lie in bed clicking my heels together, whispering, “There’s no place like home” and just praying that ‘home’ was anywhere but where both children thought 6.30am was a good time to start the day. No, on this morning, J barely got out one, “whingy I’m hungry cry!” before I was up and at ’em. Later, I glanced at the clock. 7.45am.… View Post

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