Give me my children over a NYE party anyday
Every New Year, it’s the same. All the fun I never really had, I miss. All the fun I might never have, other people are having.
Motherhood’s many roles (not the good ones either)
I cannot stand judgement yet I accidentally do it. One day I can be the mum with the shoeless, sockless baby and another, I catch myself doing a sneaky evil look at the parent of a shoeless, sockless baby. I got to thinking of other roles I have unwittingly adopted since parenthood claimed me for its own.
It might as well rain until September
We creep towards the end of term, dragging our shattered bodies to school and back, aching for a pyjama day, a less frazzled morning or a homework-free weekend.
Plans for feeding children ended up as pie in the sky
Before I had children, oh yeah… Mine were going to only eat homegrown organic vegetables, munch on healthy fruit snacks for a treat and we would certainly limit television time to half an hour a day.
