Shhh.
Do you hear that?
No, neither do I. After almost two months of summer holiday, DorkySon is back at school and I am sitting at my desk in absolute silence. Several hours have gone by and there have been no requests for a glass of juice, or for a book to be read, or for another DVD.
It is very quiet. Nice, but quiet. Continue reading
Today’s guest post comes from Sarah at Grenglish, who has long been one of my favourite bloggers. Last time Sarah guest posted for me – Just the One – the response was overwhelming, and I have a feeling this beautiful post is going to get just as much love…
Since becoming a mother, there are a great many things I find myself worrying about every single day.
I worry how well my son is settling in at school, whether he eats all of his lunch, and if it is possible for him to escape from the school playground without anyone noticing.
At home, I worry if he is watching too much TV, if we should be doing more crafts, and if he has wiped his bottom properly. Continue reading
Today’s lovely guest post is from Nikki Thomas – a former teacher who is now a freelance writer and blogger. She blogs at Stressy Mummy were she writes about the stresses and joys of family life with four children.
One thing that being a mum has taught me over the years is that it is the little things that matter. Sometimes, those things that seem so small and insignificant mean so much and make a huge difference. Continue reading
How do you measure motherhood?
By the number of nights you are last to fall asleep, waiting until you hear gentle snores float along the hallway. Or by the number of mornings you are first to wake, tiptoeing down to turn on the heater and warm up the house before breakfast.
By the tears dried, or arnica applied, by kisses or bedtime stories. By the number of times you’ve towelled wet hair, or the number of tiny toenails snipped, holding your breath in case you nip. Do you count bath times and birthdays, or the number of little-boy boogers you’ve had wiped on your skirt?
Disclaimer: If you’re of a nervous disposition and/or related to me in any way, you should probably give this one a miss. Just saying.
It’s always a bit nerve-wracking seeing a new doctor, isn’t it? A good GP isn’t just someone who writes out your prescriptions, it’s someone you have to really trust. A good GP needs to be someone you’re comfortable to have see you at your weakest and most vulnerable – someone who, over time, gets to know all the foibles of your little family.
After we moved, finding a new family doctor was the one thing that I kept pushing to the bottom of the to-do list. But six months into Tasmanian life, when everything else on the list had been ticked off, I finally had to get on and do it.
To save time, I made a double appointment. We could zip through the list of things DorkySon needed – vaccinations, allergy testing, height and weight – and then zip through mine – a couple of prescriptions and a referral for some blood tests – and be out of there in a single trip.
It went really well. The doctor was very nice. A mother herself, she had a very sweet manner with DorkySon, and the fifteen minutes passed without tears or drama. Continue reading
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