It was pouring with rain, and I stood with Santa Claus at the end of Mum and Dad’s driveway. I checked the bag of presents to make sure there were enough – yes, eight selection boxes. My sister Marie was … Continue reading Christmas in Ireland
“I bought you a Christmas present today!” I beamed at Jack. “Is it edible?” “No” “Is it a weapon?” “No” My heart sank a little, as I wondered how much he was going to enjoy the Times Tables Fun Workbook I had purchased on impulse. I had bought it from The Book People at work. The Book People are a great organisation; they come into the work place around once a month and leave a sample of very reasonably priced books and gifts, none of which you ever knew you wanted or needed until you saw them, so then you … Continue reading Christmas Shopping
I had put it off as long as I possibly could, but as Jenna tried to wedge her foot into the shoe, it was clear that it could no longer be put off. It was time to go shoe shopping. … Continue reading “Shoe Shopping”, or should I say “Shoo, Shopping”!
“Mom, there are some really good ideas in here. You should try them sometime.” Jenna was sitting on the sofa, flicking through a parenting book. She wasn’t being sarcastic, but was reading with genuine interest the chapter on Teaching Your … Continue reading How To Ask So Parents Say Yes
The F Word For a long time after the divorce, I couldn’t even use the word “family”. Maybe if you have always been on your own with the kids then it’s different, but the word had meant the four of … Continue reading Life After Divorce
“Mum I love all the colours in your hair!” “Thanks, darling.” “Blonde, grey, white…” I had known it was time to redo my roots and the comments from my daughter spurred me on. In fact, there were quite a few … Continue reading A Trip to the Chemist
Friday 25 September 2015 It seems to me that other parents are much more decisive than me. It must be quite a time-saving device, actually, being decisive. Some people seem to have well-organised brains that function a bit like a drawbridge; they assess the information, make their decision, lower the drawbridge, and the matter is settled. No further time or energy is spent on the issue. Unfortunately my brain seems to work in a different way; the drawbridge does come down, but then I start pulling the ropes, lifting up the drawbridge just a little, poking my head out and … Continue reading A Friday Morning