How do you feel about going out and eating alone?
I know that a lot of people feel awkward about it. There are so many potential pitfalls. Is it okay to read a book or newspaper at the table in a restaurant? What about writing in a notebook? Is a laptop okay or is that a bit obnoxious? An iPad? Headphones? Continue reading
Every so often a children’s book comes along that is just so beautifully illustrated it takes your breath away. The Girl With A Brave Heart is one of those. Continue reading
I have a birthday later this week.
I’ll give you a clue. It’s not 20, and it’s not 40, but it’s the big one in between.
To be honest, I’m not really a fan of birthdays. I already eat cake pretty much every week without needing an excuse… and the things that make me happy in life are usually experiences rather than ‘stuff’ so I don’t get excited at the thought of presents. As for standing there blushing like an eejit while people sing Happy Birthday to me *shudders* well, let’s not dwell on that thought.
This year’s a bit different though. While I’m still not looking forward to the day itself, I am quite looking forward to turning 30. Continue reading
Hello!
I’m back online and feeling very refreshed after a couple of weeks with minimal Facebooking, Tweeting, blogging and general web based faffing around! Thank you to all my excellent guest posters for keeping things busy over here.
What better way to get back into things than with Tuesday Treats – the weekly roundup of great reads from blogland, as chosen by myself, Chris at Thinly Spread, Becky at Baby Budgeting, and Lizzie at Me and My Shadow.
As ever, I’ve been spoilt for choice, but here are some of my top reads from recent weeks. I’ve tried to make it a good mixture of parenting, politics and general ramblings, but if you feel like I should be including a broader range of posts, please do let me know in the comments. Continue reading
Today’s super-duper awesome guest post is from an old university friend, Marina. Last time Marina wrote on DorkyMum – a brilliant piece called The Pot Plant Analogy – it turned into one of the most popular posts on the blog ever. I hope this piece on humility works a similar magic…
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Motherhood, for me, is an exercise in humility. And patience. And fortitude. And a lot of other virtues that would sound oppressive and downright creepy if they were being demanded by something less cute than a baby, or an enthusiastic nearly-three-year-old. But mainly, humility. The humility of admitting to myself just how much is outwith my control.
First pregnancy I read all the books, took hypnobirthing classes, and ended up with a 22 hour induction, epidural, and eventual 2 hours of pushing to deliver a 9lb baby boy who I was too exhausted to hold, let alone breastfeed in an aura of serene maternity.
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