How many shoes does a child need?! This is not a trick question. It’s a plea for sanity. A pair for school, a pair for parties. A pair of trainers (that’s tennis shoes for you yanks). Slippers. Oh yeah, and wellies. Sandals for the summer. That should just about cover …
Alexandra’s teacher, a woman that has been at the school longer than the school gate itself, pulled me aside yesterday after she had delivered all the children to their rightful owners. Her grey eyes locked with mine and she quietly but sternly asked if we could please encourage Alexandra to use another word instead of …
I’ve been thinking about eating a lot recently. I mean, I’ve been thinking a lot recently about eating, as in what my children eat and the amount of time I spend preparing food. I’m on a mission to stop cooking two different meals (i.e. a kids meal and an adults meal) and have us …
Alisa at Project Happily Ever After set the mommy blogger community a challenge: How do you deal with balancing the all-consuming job of being mummy with the rest of your life?
Good question. This should be easy. The first thing you should do is, er, ummm, oh forget it, all I can think of is examples of how I DON'T get the balance right.
So, I have my list below. But I'm not sure it's exactly what Alisa had in mind…
By the way, if you haven't seen her blog yet, check it out. It's full of all kinds of practical advice on how to live "happily ever after". I'm an avid reader, one can always live in hope.
When I was dating future Scottish hubby, he took me on this walk. I was in the UK on a quick weekend stop over between Boston and San Francisco. I’m sure we must have slept late, then gone out for the papers to read with our frothed coffees and buttered toast. …
I opened my email this week and got a wee surprise. Hubby’s cousin sent over some incriminating photos from Christmas past. In fact, he sent over a whole load of photos taken by my husband’s Aunt at every holiday. My husband is no spring chicken, so this is a lot of …
I'm writing this post on a train back from London. The train is packed, laptop perched on my knees, typing with two fingers. Apologies for any typos, I've had a few drinks.
As I look around, I fit right in, though I don't have an iPhone, Blackberry, or McDonald's french fries.
About a year ago, I started marketing consulting for a software company in London. It's about one day a week, which is just enough to keep my jargon up-to-date, yet little enough to fit in my mummy lifestyle.
The people I work with are half my age, literally, unless their Bilabonic T-shirts and frayed jeans are a front.
If I were a cool mum, and having my first child all over again, I would DEFINITELY get one of those Bugaboo buggies — those trendy go everywhere contraptions that make pushing a baby around seem easy. The sad reality is after the initial “shock and shop” that happened with our …
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