Poorly
Jan30

Poorly

I hate it when kids are poorly. Over the years we’ve had a variety of illnesses, and the kids have all developed their own unique ways of being ill. My eldest first got ill at the age of 6 months. He started nursery on a Thursday, he went again on the Friday and was ill on the Saturday and missed the following Monday. He had a chest infection and ear infection and it was horrible to see him so poorly. And so began the pattern of...

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More mysteries
Jan29

More mysteries

There are so many mysteries in life. Here’s a few that have probably never crossed your mind. B1 age 9 1/4: How many spins can a car do in a second? B1 age 9 1/2: Sometimes I stop breathing when I walk past people who are smoking. LG age 4 3/4: Why is it light there? (On TV, it’s dark outside while we’re watching) LG age 4 3/4: Has anyone in the world ever come out of a shop and got in the car and not had their...

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Reclaiming the weekends
Jan28

Reclaiming the weekends

One of my biggest concerns about the boys getting involved with team sports was that it would wreck the weekend for the rest of us. It’s a big commitment playing rugby every week. It’s an even bigger commitment playing rugby AND football every week. Of course you can miss weeks, but our family doesn’t work like that. If we commit, we commit. It hasn’t been so bad. Part of me likes the routine of getting up,...

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Dancer
Jan26

Dancer

I am a middle-aged street dancer and proud of it. My journey to street dance fulfilment has been a long one, spanning a good 30 years or so. Like all little girls, I did ballet from the age of 3. Somewhere along the line I picked up modern. I was crap at both of them. I wasn’t a natural. I was too big, too awkward and had no sense of rhythm. At the age of 7, I admitted defeat and gave up. By the time I was a teenager, I...

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World War 3
Jan25

World War 3

World War 3 kicked off in our house this week. Over a pair of rugby shorts. Or maybe two pairs of rugby shorts. Either way, it was stressful and depressing. It was so awful that I even considered not blogging about it. Must have been serious… I still felt like cr*p the next day, but I am over it now and feeling able to talk/ write/ maybe even laugh about it. It all started on Sunday morning when I got the boys’ rugby kits...

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