…I really hate it when mums speak to their little ones like they are teenagers. I have been to a playgroup today and witnessed a mother encouraging her not-quite-two-year-old to do her “sexy bum dance”.
Not nice, not appropriate, and not motherly.
Sort it out.
Go here to view this meme from O Mammy… Continue reading
Never one for the melodrama (Oh, OK, sometimes one for the melodrama) I decided not to write about this particular thing that has been a part of my life for the last two months. But now, it has become so incessant, so present, so all-consuming that I can no longer ignore it. It is there and it is real. It is insomnia.
I simply cannot sleep.
It’s not that I am… Continue reading
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything, I should have just kept my optimistically big mouth shut. No grief and no guilt, eh? Pah. Did it sound like I had made a complaint, like I felt these things were creating a hole in my life?? Today I have felt guiltier and more grief-stricken than I have in a long while. Grief-stricken is, perhaps, a tad strong. Maybe just anguished, vexed… Continue reading
I wasn’t going to write anything today because, as I said to The Boyfriend earlier, The Baby has caused me no grief and no guilt lately.
Which made me stop and think for two reasons. One, am I really only blogging about bad… Continue reading
I have been tagged by the very funny and lovely Evey at Polythene Pram to answer these questions taken from the Guardian Weekend magazine. Based on my answers I will then be in the gangs of the ‘Yeah you seem like a nice person, I’d go for a pint with you-ers’, or ‘Christ what a KNOB! LISTEN TO YOURSELF-ers’.
Evey, I may have just gone… Continue reading
…wish people would read signs!
You probably know (by my incessant whinging) that I returned to work this week. I work in a little ‘hospital’ – it’s not really a hospital; it only has one ward, and a handful of out-patient clinics. I work in the X-ray ‘department’ (it’s just me) in a corridor shared with the Minor Injuries ‘department’… Continue reading
Welcome, please forgive the mess. This is the room in which I do all my writing. It’s also the room in which I spend most of my time when at home. You see, I live in a house which I don’t particularly like, which doesn’t yet feel like home. The Boyfriend and I moved here just 12… Continue reading