It’s startling how one phone-call can change the whole shape of your day. Actually, today it’s two phone-calls, but one I won’t really discuss as it’s quite dull (it was just a cancellation at work, which took my day from ridiculously quiet to painfully so). Anyway, the phone-call in question was one I made to The Baby’s nursery… Continue reading
So there has been yet another report released to pile more guilt onto the working mother. It’s a bit like shooting a sitting duck, no? Can the media not give parents just a teeny break once in a while?
Apparently, detrimental long-term effects on your child’s health can be caused by sending them to nursery or to the child-minder. Awesome. So added to the list of separation… 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