The Friday Club is back. I missed this one by a long way, but wanted to write nevertheless.
“There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to [...]
The issue I have with the prompt by Ella from Notes at Home this week is that my mother reads my blog. There are always things you don’t want your children to know about you and, given that they are as yet too young to read and use the interweb, I am confident that, were [...]
My darling Doodlebugs,
I write this as you sit in various states of undress on the sofa. It’s a Friday, the beginning of our weekend, and after stuffing our faces with Pink Pancakes we’re vegging out in front of CBeebies and contemplating the day ahead. Threeva is exhausted [...]
The arrival of the Maternity Exemption Card (MEC) in the mail always felt like a right of passage associated with pregnancy. I almost wanted to note it down along in my journal along with mutterings about scans or what I bought for the baby or how I felt, at least with Threeva. By the time [...]
Parenting is terrifying, exhausting and at times utterly, utterly demoralising. I have never felt so weary, so despairing, such a total failure on such a regular basis, particularly at the moment*. Threeva seems to be revisiting the Terrible Twos in some style. There isn’t an hour in the day that I am with her that [...]
I avoided Twitter in the same way that I avoided Facebook when it started. I thought it would be one of those time-wasting activities that would end up frustrating me beyond all reason. I was right. I joined one day because I could no longer resist the temptation: I discovered friends I haven’t seen since [...]