Our year of Friday mornings is over, and I'm trying to be a grown-up about it, but you're holding up better than I am. You love our routine almost as much as I do; we drop your big sister to school, then we wander slowly back, you holding onto the buggy, skipping along beside me. ...
As I sat in my local Starbucks recently, I noticed how many dad and baby pairings surrounded me, and wondered if perhaps the roles of mothers and fathers are drawing ever closer. Then I thought a bit more, about how different my husband and I are at home and changed my mind. I thought about ...
Some days are just grand, and some days are great. Not for lotto-winning type reasons - just easy days, when things fall into place. We had one of those today. It started wonderfully - nobody cried during breakfast, and I didn't shout. Winning by 8am. On the way to school, Clara, who is six, told me ...
"How was your day?" What do you reply? I guess it depends who asks. If it's Facebook, your day might look great. If it's your other-half, you might be very tired. If it's a friend, it might depend on the context. If she had a bad day, you might commiserate with your own low points. If ...
"And it's just that I don't want her to feel self-conscious about how she looks with or without her glasses, and I know that this isn't creche and that as a school teacher you have a whole class to look after and you can't see everything and it's not your job to monitor all of ...