Losing me, finding me and everything in between
Tag: kids
My gorgeous girl, Today you are 4. Every day as we leave your pre-school room, you are rigidly disciplined about moving your name from the registration boards to the basket. There are 4 boards, depicting various moods from sad to furious. Each morning as you go in, you choose which colour board to put your … Continue reading A letter to my green board girl
There'll be no picture by the door Each year my feed was such a bore Where other kids have stood before It almost felt a silent law. On it went until I screamed These aren't my kids, they aren't my dreams But on it went and so I swore There'd be no picture by the … Continue reading Outside Our Front Door
Life is running away with me right now and I barely have time to breathe let alone write. Prepping for a holiday almost takes the pleasure of it away for me. I'm basically doing the work I would be doing then, now. It is all consuming and, after a worrying week with Artie having an … Continue reading Another World Away
It turns out that two kids and a full time job makes you very busy. Very busy indeed. I realise that people manage with many more children than I have. And multiple jobs. But honestly I have no idea how. No. Idea. At. All. I am exhausted at every minute of the day and I … Continue reading 14 Weeks In
It's taken me a little while to work out how I wanted this post to go. The post where I announce how stunned I am that a whole year has gone by since you joined us on this planet. How the time has flown and how I can't ever imagine a day when you weren't … Continue reading And then there was you
I still hurt. I had hoped I wouldn't be saying that at this point. But the truth is, it hurts. Not the sort of hurt which requires painkillers anymore (I couldn't wait to be rid of them) but the sort of uncomfortable that makes you really really bloody grumpy. And the itching. Oh the itching. … Continue reading 3 Weeks Later
Ah ha we meet again my friends You scoundrels and you fiends You’ve clearly had some time to prep You’re well primed and you’re preened You sit and lurk on surfaces You watch and laugh on toys Then seize your chance and transfer onto little girls and boys So innocent and pure they were Until … Continue reading An Ode To Nursery Bugs
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