Its a strange feeling; from tomorrow onwards I am going to experience something completely alien to me and he who helped create them. From tomorrow onwards for two whole weeks we are going to be living with only one child.
The Battle of the Bathroom…
I glanced at my watch, I needed to leave the house at 12.45pm and it was fast approaching 12.10pm. My bag was by the door filled with its usual goodies ranging from nappies to wipes to excess loo roll in case anyone got caught short or had a sneeze of epic proportions. I was dressed, each of the children were dressed, we were all calmly eating Omelettes for lunch. In theory nothing should prevent us leaving the house on time; I even paused for a moment merrily contemplating the ridiculous concept that we may be able to start our journey early.
Then I made a mistake of great magnitude.
I am knackered…..
Twin Boy’s Diary entry : week 3 of the summer holidays
This week was great, we went to Lollibop, Cadbury’s World, London Zoo, and swimming.
i dont write politics…
I don’t write politics.
I write parenting.
I write because I enjoy it, I write because I like being read, I write to leave something for my children one day to read.
I write stories of my day, memories to preserve and I try and entertain the reader with stories of my parenting skills gone astray.
Today I don’t know what to write. The society I am in today is not one I want my children to know about.
I just watched the news,
Disaster: a dish best served hot…
Lots of bloggers are quite crafty, or arty, or foodie. I am none of these things; in fact most days I would describe myself as a cynical blogger who frequently bleats on about stuff parents really shouldn’t share.
With this in mind I have decided to try my hand at a new blogging genre and introduce a recipe onto northernmum. I am a poor cook but somehow I manage to get this perfect every time.
A recipe for disaster.