I need more time.

I need more time.

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The last time I looked there were still 24 hours in a day. To my knowledge no-one has reduced it to nine. Yet talk to people and they all agree, time seems to be shrinking. It’s becoming rationed. No time for this, no time for that.  I find myself struggling to find the time to be:

 

  • A competent teacher,
  • A kind and loving mother, who can be taken out in public.
  • A calm and not too frantic wife
  • A good friend who doesn’t blog about her besties.
  • A  dog poo picker upper.
  • The scrubber of all things dirty.
  • The sergeant major of all orders and jobs.
  • The taxi driver (an unpaid one)

These past few months have found me particularly time starved. Probably due to both kids being at Mary Poppins rehearsals which opens in July,  Brian getting busy at work, and me, trying to do everything and be everywhere. (more…)

Why every teenage boy is an ANIMAL (and how to handle him!)

The teenage boy goes to bed aged 14 and wakes up the next morning in the forms of different animals. Let me help you understand how to handle him!

It happens overnight. The teenage boy trots off to bed on his fourteenth birthday all kisses, clear skin and lightness, and unbeknown to you, whilst sleeping, a shapeshifter enters the room and replaces your baby with an array of animals guises.

Having been robbed of his boyhood but gifted with this ability to morph into any given animal at his pleasure, the teenage boy grows confused and cocky. But mostly just cocky. (more…)

5 Reasons Why I Hate Playing Games.

5 Reasons Why I Hate Playing Games.

It’s Sunday, and I’m in the library. Alone. The reason for this being that I refused to play a game for two hours with my husband and children.

The game in question?

Frisbee Golf.

I’ll say that again in case you didn’t quite get it. Frisbee. Golf.
I know. (more…)

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