I used to be nice before I had children…

I used to be nice...

… said a friend the other day, to hoots of laughter from the rest of us!  I laughed so much my stomach hurt.

She was recounting how, only the day before, she had yelled at her kids in sheer frustration “Why, oh why, did I have children?!”  – and yes, she did say that in front of them!  Their arguing and bickering had got to her so much, she couldn’t take it anymore.   Continue reading

When I feel overwhelmed

Lately, I’ve been feeling totally bombarded by the responsibilities of being a parent. It’s not been the British weather, or the cold, or even the rain that’s been a culture shock since returning to Blighty from Oz. No, it’s been the return to the banal Never Ending to do list. Ever been there? Yep, thought so. Continue reading