I sent the text at 6.30, when (according to his schedule) he should've been an hour into his ninety-minute journey home. 'Hey, where are you?' I hate sending that text - the studied casualness of it, the fact that I'm too tired even to put a smiley face on the end. Wherever he is, … Continue reading Marriage and the Magic Question: Who’s Doing the Work?
I don't know if I'll do these regularly or even if I'll keep the name: I'm just reading/watching/listening to quite a bit at the minute and like talking about it. And I LOVE other people's weekly round-ups, so here's mine. Nearly the end of April. Yikes. I spent the past week solo parenting while … Continue reading The week in stuff
I have finally - with the help of back-to-back Alias episodes and a pretty indecent amount of Phish Food ice cream - finished sorting out photos from the last week of our trip. So here goes! We drove from Ashland to Salt Lake over the course of a day. We figured it would be easier … Continue reading Mo-Town, and other stories
Some rambly first-draft thoughts I have been mulling over. Let me know what you think. Let's talk about Utah. Let's talk about Utah and mothers being real. Not that the two are connected, particularly - or perhaps they are, but I'm not someone qualified to talk about it. I mean that, while we spent a … Continue reading Let’s kick our inner smug mums to the kerb this summer
I have spent much of today folding an Everest of clean clothes into drawers and playing Judge Judy - wisely, gracefully, then with increasingly snarkiness - in the boys' endless toy arguments. After a mid-afternoon meal masquerading as lunch, I got a respite. T in bed for a nap, H and Tim watching that terrible … Continue reading Oregon pie
I don't often use this blog as a diary anymore. I had a big no-one-is-interested-except-you-and-your-mum kind of crisis about it a while ago, and since then I've tried to be as inclusive as possible. Sometimes, holiday photo posts on other blogs, especially when they're impossibly curated and lovely and I'm looking at them sat in … Continue reading About this Dear Diary situation…and San Francisco
We've just got back from San Francisco, Oregon and Utah. It was magnificent. Do you know what these boys were most excited about? The flipping aeroplane. Them, not us, because putting small children in a seat and telling them to stay there for ten hours is Asking For Trouble. Ted can't stay still for the … Continue reading Flying with toddlers: your insanity-proof guide