No matter how old your children are, the parenting and teaching never really stops. The only difference is the type of issues you’re required to deal with. Take my week, for example. My youngest, 12 year-old H, is negotiating the entry into his teen years and the wilds of puberty. Mood swings have made their presence…
The Ninja Boy is currently in his final year at primary school. He is my youngest child, teetering on the brink of teenage-dom. The remaining weeks of term are hurtling by at great speed, much faster I think, than either of us actually expected. Change is coming. BIG change. As a consequence there have been…
Congratulate me, will you? Because this moment deserves a special mention. *impressive drum roll* I HAVE OFFICIALLY STARTED CHRISTMAS SHOPPING!! *mass applause* I’m feeling very self-righteous about my efforts – this is huge news for me, especially as it’s only early November! With special thanks to my Partner In Crime, today saw us hit the…
My youngest boy, H, left this morning to go on an end-of-year school camp. He’s away for three days. I knew he was fairly excited about the whole thing but this was confirmed when I heard him get up at 6.15am this morning. That’s early, even for him! It’s not the first time he’s ever…
I have been playing Super Woman today. I ask you, who needs the gym? Someone needs to remind me how much money I’m saving because man, I busted my butt today. Most of the morning was spent working in the garden doing lawns and dishing out some much-needed TLC (read: vigorous weeding) to my overgrown…
My youngest son is on the verge of entering high school, leaving the baby days well and truly behind me. It feels like a lifetime ago since I’ve had to drag my weary, breast-milk-soaked body out of bed for early morning feeds or deal with a recalcitrant toddler deciding that 4am was the perfect time…
How do you feel about your body? Do you love it? Right now, my answer is an emphatic NO. Because it’s that time of the month when my body decides it hates me and fills my uterus full of stabby needling cramps, sustaining them for 36 hours or so. This is usually combined with low…
Source: Wikipedia I bet most of you know what country this flag is from. Even if you think you don’t know, the second I say it you’ll smack yourself on the forehead and say: “Of course it is!” So what’s the answer? If you said Sweden, you’d be absolutely correct. And the first place that…
Check out my dog, would you? He’s having a lazy Sunday morning doing what he loves best; being as close as he can to the bosom of the family, and sleeping. It’s like the dog equivalent to having a large coffee and a read of the Sunday papers which is what I’ve been doing for…
Source I knew it as soon as I saw him walk with a barely controlled frustration across the crossing. All the signs were there. A tightness in the jaw. A slight redness around the eyes. And a real reluctance to talk or even look at me. The Black Cloud of Angst was overhead. Damn. Back…
Meet Sarah!
Former wild-child of the 80’s, she’s GenX and proud of it. Lives for music concerts, travel that features plane tickets, and lifting heavy at the gym. Forever planning to write more. Friends and family are everything, as are NZ’s All Blacks. Rather partial to a cheeky glass of Pino.
