Wonder Girl turned two today. She is an amazing little girl. Sweet, caring, and determined with (luckily for her since she has me for a mother) a fabulous sense of humour.
Recently we discovered that our local cinema offers showings of children's films on weekend mornings for only £1.50 per ticket. Since it would normally cost us over £40 to all go to the cinema this is an absolute bargain. The other (less obvious) advantage to the cheap kid's showings is that the cinema is full of the worlds worst cinema attendees. Yes I'm talking about children, not generally Read More.
I am back from my jaunt up North. It was a mixed holiday, there was fun, food, and puke. Essential ingredients of every family holiday, right? No? Just ours then. Our first stop was Bridlington, home of my Father In Law, this was our annual family pilgrimage to visit him. Let me explain. I met my husband in Scarborough, where I was studying contemporary dance at university. He was living in Bridlington, Read More.
Last week I wrote this post, explaining the situation I was in with the school taking interest in the contents of my blog. I mentioned that I was pretty sure that another Mother had probably complained about it to the head. Within an hour of publishing the post I was on the school run, and another Mother let me know it was her concerns that had started all this. I respect that she came forward and Read More.
Those of you avidly following my blog (a girl can dream, right) will have read my original post last week, The School Run. The earlier part of the school run is stressful enough, but unfortunately it's not over when I get my children out of my front door. There is still more pain, more hideousness to the rest of the school drop off mission. Once out in the street I am at the mercy of my poor social Read More.
One minute I have an hour, so I dawdle a little. I check twitter, I leisurely make packed lunches and I stare out of my kitchen window (which looks onto a busy street) and people watch. Suddenly I don't have an hour, I have seconds, and my children are not ready to leave the house. "Time for school" I shout, desperately optimistic that this will be the morning that they dash down the stairs, put Read More.
Did I mention that I love dancing? Possibly not, it seems like a lifetime ago but once upon a time I was obsessed with it. I spent most of my teenage years attending dance lessons in every moment of my free time (beats drinking cider and throwing up which was the pastime of most of my peers). After which I went to university and did a degree in contemporary dance (I know, boy am I qualified). I Read More.