Monthly Archives: March 2007

When people used to ask me about having kids, I’d always reply, “I’ll think about when I get to thirty.” Thirty came and went, and I was still no nearer feeling adult enough to take the plunge. Thirty-five came and … Continue reading →

Well it was definitely worth it, even with all that frantic arranging and double checking. One child picked up by one person, the other by someone else, a coat abandoned somewhere in between the two, a bedside light broken and … Continue reading →

One night away, at least five different adults to inform about said night away – two teachers, the office manager at the kids’ school, Put Upon Friend who’s having them for the night and Other Friend who’s picking one up … Continue reading →

Parents, and mothers in particular, are used to being The One on Whom All Blame Falls. Just this morning my son told me it was my fault he’d decided to lie in bed instead of getting up and coming down … Continue reading →

Do you even care? These people do. I fear my car speaks volumes about me, and not in a good way. When you see it from a distance (if I tell you it’s a Renault Clio, will you continue reading?) … Continue reading →

It started, not with a kiss, but with a simple question from a five-year old:- Hannah - Mummy, can a woman make a baby on her own? Me – (thinks “oh oh, here we go”) No, she needs sperm from a man … Continue reading →

When you’re about to leave the office to set off on holiday, it often feels like it’s not worth going, what with all the extra tasks you have to do to help things tick over while you’re away. Now, it’s … Continue reading →

These are some of the questions I’ve had to answer since the children listened to a tape of Sandi Toksvig reading The Story of Tracy Beaker:- Q – What’s a foster mother? A – It’s someone who looks after children … Continue reading →

I’d always looked forward to a time when I could embarrass my children just by turning up to collect them in the wrong jumper, but I’d assumed I’d have to wait until they were teenagers before this particular source of … Continue reading →

I’m sitting at the kitchen table with the children, and they’re munching chocolate money. I pick up one of the empty gold foil discs and decide to have a bash at being Craft Mummy. “These would make a good mobile,” … Continue reading →