Babyccinos, activewear, P&C association, French Polish, Green smoothies. If this sounds like you…then I think you forgot to pay your brain bill. Read on. … More I don’t want to be a Super Mum
The new High Schoolers at my son’s College got a day at school by themselves, yesterday, before the rest of the rabble joined them. This is probably because half of them were crapping their pants and the other half balling up a fist to wipe away un-manly tears -and they definitely didn’t want witnesses. … More First Day of Tortu….um…High School
If Donald Trump could apply the same impenetrable force to his borders, as Teen 1 and Teen 2 put up when I’m talking, the Mexicans wouldn’t have a chance. … More The Things I say (to a brick wall)
You are going to help your child buy his first car? If you’re like me you want him to have a Hummer or maybe a Sherman Tank. He wants a Californian Moke, an Army surplus Jeep or maybe a 1969 Corvette Stingray. Our wishlists are polar opposites. I’m the WORST parent to take car-shopping.
120 hours of knuckle-whitening, hair greying, headache inducing exasperation. Teaching my teenager to drive. … More The Learner Driver Exasperation
The Christmas Policeman. That’s me.
As I sink back in on the lounge and watch my teenager squabble over the tree decorating, I know it will be a day of hazards – A potential minefield of emotional outbursts and year long grudge holding. … More The Christmas Tree Protocol