Parenting without a script.
If you plan to visit Auckland with the family and have never been to a planetarium, then you’re in for a treat. Stardome Planetarium and Observatory.
Tackling a weekend city break with two teenagers while on a budget, will find you needing to be resourceful. Continue reading “Ideas for A Budget Weekend in Auckland with Your Family.”
Being a 46-year-old woman is wonderful. You really are in your prime. Any fears that you may have had back in your younger days are conquered.
There’s no Continue reading “5 Fears That Every Woman Can Eventually Conquer.”
Dear judgmental person,
I am trying really hard not to judge you for what you said about me. I know that judging you for being judgmental of me, is like Continue reading “Judging the Judgemental.”
A weekend city break is pretty easy with little children. There are parks and zoos and usually, a bouncy castle hiding somewhere between the sausage sizzle and the honey stall on the Saturday street market, but taking teenagers away to the city for the weekend – especially on a budget, can be a bit hit and miss.
No parent wants to go to all the effort -not to mention the costs involved in packing the family away for the weekend, only to be faced with long faces and wails of “I’m bored” from the teenagers. Continue reading “A Budget Weekend in Auckland with Teenagers. Part 1.”
It has come to my attention that over the past few months of writing this blog, I may have come over as being a whinging old bag. A hormonal, moaning Brit expat. The mother of two teenagers.
It dawned on me, Continue reading “In Support of the Teenager.”
It’s not fair.
I won’t tell you what my mother used to retort with when I used to bellow this at her from the upstairs landing. All I’ll say was it involved a gentleman with no underpants who originated from Timbuktu. No PC parenting when I was a girl.
It’s not fair.
I’ve just had that unoriginal accusation hurled at me for not volunteering to be a taxi service at 9 o’clock tonight. Continue reading “It’s Not Fair.That’s Right Kid. It Ain’t.”
I can’t seem to get it right with my teenagers this week.
Whatever I suggest is wrong. The advice I give is outdated, the questions I am asking are ignored. Even my impression of the cat talking with a speech impediment didn’t get any laughs. Nothing. Just a sigh, a look, and then, slam. Continue reading “The (politically) correct questions to ask your teenager.”
