Spending an afternoon in a hot, sweaty and expensive softplay with my children this weekend made me contemplate a few things (and not just how dirty the bottom of their socks were afterwards). In fact, it made me think that in many ways softplay mirrors many of life’s great lessons… Continue reading
Saturday: Mummy and daddy have been waiting in all day for a new washing machine, apparently the man who came to fit it is something called “an arse” as the washing machine is actually broken. Continue reading
This weekend I attended the marvellous Blogfest, organised by Mumsnet, and indulged myself in all things blogging (for a whole day, with food, caffeine, David Baddiel and wine). Aside from sitting on my favourite Mexican beach, it doesn’t get better than this (sorry husband, children, clients etc) – did I mention David Baddiel? Continue reading
Note: blue smiling lady has been drawn by another child. Crying floating heads by daughter
As we near the end of the school year, and the first ever term at primary school, I have realised that starting school is tough. There are so any rules to follow, new things to learn, and pressure to appear more grown up. I’m not talking about my five year old, I’m talking about myself! Continue reading
I was with the group of 8 five year olds celebrating their birthdays. You know the ones, they were all excited and unable to control themselves. You were the sour faced foursome who arrived half way through their party.
So my 4 year old starts school in three weeks time. It’s a momentous occasion; a nerve-wracking experience encountering new friends, new rules, new routines and new teachers – and that’s just from my perspective. From hers it’s simply a case of getting some new shoes and book bag. Continue reading
It’s safe to say I have found myself in some pretty weird situations over the years. Hurtling through Belize’s countryside on a big yellow school bus situated next to a lady with a chicken, accompanying six drag queens on a night out to Ibiza Old Town and wondering if people assumed I was the seventh, my first PR job promoting paper plates and calling up magazines dedicated to potatoes. Just a few of the shining examples which immediately spring to mind. However, none of these come close to the total weirdness I have experienced over the past five years. Even more weird is that I now don’t even find these situations particularly weird…they are the norm in the bizarre world of babydom….judge for yourself: Continue reading