Almighty row
Sep29

Almighty row

It was nearly time for rugby and the boys weren’t ready. They’ve been going to sleep later and later. The previous night I found my younger son still awake at 11.15. And not for the first time. I was getting ready myself when I heard what can only be described as a blood-curdling scream. It went on and on and on. There was a brief pause for breath and it started again. Screaming, screaming and screaming. I’d never...

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Swimming argument
Mar24

Swimming argument

My daughter is a pretty good swimmer. She’s not going to be in the Olympics, she wouldn’t be considered gifted and talented, but she’s pretty good for her age.She’s on the final stage of swimming lessons (of course she could go on to badges and competitive swimming etc, but that’s not the plan). She’s done two terms and we hoped she’d pass this time. This is something her brothers never did....

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‘Not a silly mummy’
Feb25

‘Not a silly mummy’

Things went a bit pear-shaped in our house the other day, leading to a thoroughly unpleasant evening for all of us. A question was asked of me and I answered it honestly, in a way that I thought was best for the whole family. It turns out this wasn’t the response that was required. The questioner knew what response they required. So my answer turned out to be really bad for the family, leading to five very unhappy bunnies. I...

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Geocaching argument
Nov04

Geocaching argument

My eldest is a little bit obsessed with geocaching. He has these obsessions which dominate his thoughts, his time and his spending habits. They usually last a year before he moves onto the next thing. In the throes of an obsession he claims he will ‘always’ like whatever it is and ‘definitely’ won’t go off it, but he always moves onto the next thing. We started with dinosaurs when he was 7. This logically...

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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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