Scattered Showers

In this new world I am living I watch TV on an evening. I usually don't sit down until late, the boxes seem to be getting smaller, but we are still finding things. Oh, and one of the TV remotes STILL hasn't turned up. It will be somewhere safe ...I  know it... Anyway, I digress.... Continue Reading →

When

The other day I was told several times, in a kind of dismissive way, sometimes patronising way, that the way the “nearly the adults” are behaving – is normal. That I shouldn’t be complaining. That every other parent of “ nearly an adult “ was living the same, on a day-to-day basis. Can I be... Continue Reading →

Moved

The week leading up to the move I had planned and theorised everything. I had tried to second guess every eventuality. I had kept the boys away from all the drama of the solicitors, estate agents, removal companies, buyers and sellers. It was all so stressful. I had plates spinning in every direction. Some precariously... Continue Reading →

Choose Move

We are moving house. They say moving house is up there with the most stressful life events. Yep. I get that. It's an adrenaline filled roller coaster of everything. We are nearly there. More or less packed. Can't find anything! Anyone seen the breakfast cereal? Oh, it's packed. The kitchen roll? - Packed. The hamster... Continue Reading →

Buttons

I have a button, actually, I have lots of buttons. Thank goodness I do, otherwise I would not survive. I like to click constantly. Inside my head. The clicking means I am ready, ready for anything. Click, click, click.   My life is full of buttons. Like in the cockpit of aeroplane. Sometimes I know... Continue Reading →

Breaking Dawn

Tom had been out most of the day. He must have had a nice day, spending time with his friend and family. They had a nice family lunch and then all went out. They must have had a nice day. That evening his friend was going to stop at another friends. Tom sent me a... Continue Reading →

Our Stairs

We are moving soon. Getting ready to move has stirred a lot of memories. We have two flights of stairs. Our Stairs The first Christmas morning, the boys tiptoeing like elephants “Is it time yet, can we go down stairs?” “No, go back to bed, it's only half past four” Twenty minutes later “No, it's... Continue Reading →

Messaging…

As though things are not hard enough, we get people to stir things up even more. Sat there this morning, chilling out. Went to make second cup of coffee, saw that one of them was online. Popped up stairs to see if he wanted a coffee. Always good to get them moving early! He was... Continue Reading →

The Chat

I had dropped the Boy at the club. He was in a bit of a mood. Someone had said something that had made him cross. All was fine though. He was going to hang out with some mates after the club, so I was collecting him later. I could have gone home, but the other... Continue Reading →

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