Category Archives: Family
Déjà Vu
I would never class myself as well off in monetary terms, it is an aspiration yet to be reached. However outside the world of filthy lucre I feel I have been richly rewarded; my ever enduring Sexy Sporty Dad, three … Continue reading
Learning to Lose Control
I am sure it was not that long ago I was struggling with the complexities of pregnancy, birth and sudden motherhood. An alien inside me was making me feel unwell and unable to depend on my usual choice of medication. … Continue reading
Christmas Cheer
Weeks of preparation to reach this point, nothing left to chance to make this the best ever Christmas for my boys. The work is done, the presents all bought and wrapped and now we can enjoy the festivities. A battle … Continue reading
Festive Frolics
“Are we there yet?” Simple words! They strike a chord, within the memory of any parent, who has travelled with children. This Christmas we decided to break with tradition and travel up to Sexy Sporty Dad’s family for the festive … Continue reading
Party Pranks
“Can I have a party?” Five simple words, that struck horror into my soul. Long gone are the days of jelly and ice-cream with pass the parcel; I had spent hours earlier wrapping. Now a muffled memory is the magic … Continue reading
Chillaxing
When asked recently what I did for leisure I had to really think. I don’t have a leisure past time. I dutifully watch No 1 Son or Middle Son play rugby because they want to play, not because I gain … Continue reading
Aspiring Ambition
I do buy a lottery ticket every week, just one for Wednesday, one for Saturday and I cannot resist the Eurolottery once the jackpot reaches over 60 million and all the hype builds about the Friday night draw. I know … Continue reading
Delegated Control
I had Pizza in the boot, well to be exact they were resting on the shelf to keep them flat. One was Pepperoni, the other Chilli and Chorizo, they had reached their sell by date and were on offer. Sexy … Continue reading
Preserving Innocence
“Good afternoon this is the school, I am a year six pupil how may I help you?” I heard Mini Son answer assuredly. He took a very important message and wrote it on a sheet of paper I had placed … Continue reading
Restrained Opportunity
I was not a model pupil. Although I was not a naughty child I did not willingly fit in to the pre-formulated pathway the nuns at the convent had planned out for me. Coming from a catholic background meant I … Continue reading