I have a father, obviously, it is a biological must for procreation. (Unless my mother is some kind of reproduction wizard, or is a biblical dungarees wearing miracle.) My dad…
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Where do you blog? 1) The bathroom oddly enough is my social media headquarters. Though I don’t have a fluffy white cat to stroke. Good thing for the cat. I…
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My son is five… It is fantastic. It is frustrating. I am flipping exhausted. FRAZZLED. The soundtrack to my days is, mum, mum, mum?! In a growingly persistent little voice.…
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Yesterday was my son’s first gym class. I was both excited and nervous. Why? Although he has just turned five, he has separation anxiety. It is an expected stage in…
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Who else has power battles with their children? It was bedtime, no actually it was 45 minutes past bedtime and Leo and I were in a Wild West type standoff.…
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Welcome to swearword 101. I am a supporter of the ADULT swear. For the cathartic times when you stub your toe, or the inaudible whisper under your breath when your…