Tim is away for a fortnight. It's the longest he's ever been gone. The night before he went, I admitted I was nervous. 'It's not that I can't handle it', I told him. 'I can. We will be fine. It's just I've never done solo parenting for so long with two children AND a pregnancy. … Continue reading Angry mummy: Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
This is the third post I've written about trying not to be a short-fuse parent. Here are numbers one and two. It's, um, an ongoing series. You haven't lost if you start to laugh halfway through the telling-off. ('Lost'? Setting boundaries isn't a wrestling match between you and your toddler, self.) This is what I … Continue reading Angry mummy: everything’s not lost
This is the second post I've written about trying not to be a short-fuse parent. The first one is here. Let's face it, there will probably be more. We will be glad about the two-year age gap between our boys when they're older and the best of friends. This is what I weep into my … Continue reading Angry mummy: hills to die on
It was 5pm. Of course it was. 5pm is when their tiny resources are shot to pieces, when I'm desperately trying to tidy up and get dinner ready, because half of their bad temper is down to the fact that it's been a long time since lunch. I am busy because they need me to … Continue reading Angry mummy