Internet-based snark since 2007.
There are some milestones which, as a parent, give you pause. You stop, for a moment, in the day-to-day task of keeping your family afloat – steering the waka through storms, plugging any leaks, navigating as best you can – to turn and gaze at the great distance you’ve covered. You look to the horizon…
Since returning to full-time employment after having a child I’ve faced a number of obstacles. Most of them are The Master’s toys which are strewn from one end of the house to the other. But certainly the removal of daytime naps from my life has been a sad loss.
Kia ora all! Sorry about the lack of posts last week. There was a bit of drama happening around our way that I won’t go into, but things are back on a slightly more even keel this week so blogs will be happening again. I hope you didn’t miss me too badly but please remember…
For the longest time after I had a baby I was really, truly not comfortable with the word “mother”. Well, not so much the word itself, more that it now applied to me. Mother. It just seemed to come with a lot of gravitas. Far too much for this flibbertygibbet.
Reading is a really big part of my life, as is writing, of course. The idea of not being able to do those things as well as I need to is upsetting to me but that’s the reality for many people living with dyslexia.
When you’re pregnant people offer you all sorts of advice. Sometimes the advice is welcome and offered in a take-from-this-what-you-will, sharing of wisdom way. Sometimes it’s just kind of thrust at you and is more rude than it is helpful. Or sometimes it’s just gross. Someone I know went into far too much detail about…