My daughter is sitting in the corner of the living room, pulling gruesome and bizarre faces into her iPad for selfies which she sends to her friends. (This is apparently called Snapchat.) I am being treated to this spectacle because I have protested about the amount of time she spends up in her room on the iPad, even banning it for several days so that I can have the pleasure of her company for a while. She is now clinging to her iPad, but making an effort to sit with us.
January, you have been cold, dark and dreary, but I expected that. I fought your darkness with the fire of my ambition - starting a million challenges at once (well, OK, three) - new job, 30 days without alcohol, and the 30 day blogging challenge: Zero to Hero....more
My daughter hates me, and I'm the worst parent in the world.(my husband isn't too keen on me either. Last night he said that I've been 'acting like a complete arse-hole all month'. 'Could you be a bit more specific?' I asked, after all I had just given him a detailed litany of everything he's done wrong for the last month; he wasn't giving me much to work with. There was no reply, he'd already stomped off to bed.)...more
Blogs about motherhood tend to attract me, as motherhood is - well, it's the thing that makes me tick. It's the aspect of my life that I have mulled over (and over and over), more than anything else. Reading this post on 'Defining Motherhood' echoed some thoughts that I have had over the years....more
'Why' is a spiky, sharp, penetrating word; a word that can stop you in your tracks. A question containing 'why' is rarely welcome unless you are a philosopher, (and everyone knows how annoying they are. Socrates was sentenced to death for asking 'why' one time too many). Young children, being natural philosophers, often ask why....more
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