Three days of lone parenting, outnumbered parent – child ratio school runs, toddler tantrums, taxi runs to countless clubs. These kids have a better social life than me!
I’ve done baking, painting, drawing, consoling, story reading, train track playing, tractor spotting and homework helping. Is it only Wednesday, surely it’s the weekend by now! Continue reading
I have read the Chronicles of Narnia too many times to count. Memories of autumnal afternoons with my father under the confier trees ploughing through pages of pure magic. However only when reading the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe to my own daughters in recent weeks have I ever read the dedication at the very start, and this is probably where my writing begins again too. Continue reading
Bleary eyed I fumble for the alarm clock, desperately willing the hands to at least be pointing to the 12 and 6. Please, God, please… but no, only an hour has passed since I last woke. With a big sigh and trying to open my eyes as little as possible I reach for my dressing gown, discarded on the floor from my last wake up call, and stumble towards the bathroom light peeping through the crack in the half open door. Continue reading
So tomorrow February 14th is upon us again. A day we don’t really make much of a fuss about in this house; an exchange of cards is the most extravagant we get but, put it down to post-natal hormones (I’m even crying at the boat scene on Tangled!) I’m feeling the love this Valentines.