The males in our household have been stricken with a cold. My husband has adopted the standard attitude of shuffling around the house looking sheepish, occasionally being wracked by paroxysms of coughing that needlessly shake his entire body, and ostentatiously ironing handkerchiefs and boiling kettles for uncertain purpose. This in itself is pretty hard work … Continue reading Just a cold
The world is closing in around us. Around my son, his siblings, and me. My children are all growing up so fast. I can hardly believe Benjamin is four – he’ll be starting school next year. My eldest is already a grown-up P1 girl and loving it. And my littlest is walking, running, and jumping … Continue reading The long haul
At four, Benjamin should be a cute, tousle-headed, tearaway by now. In and out of the paddling pool all summer; under my feet all winter. Chattering nineteen to the dozen. Learning to pee on a ping-pong ball. Spoiling his big sister’s games, and being too rough with his little sister. Big enough to be making … Continue reading What should a four year old be?
“You on your own then?” (I hasten to add this isn't a #metoo story; this was a genuine expression of surprise/concern). “Well my husband will be here soon [before it bloody rains, selfish ****]. He's cycling from Scotland.” “Ah (eyeing the back end of a five year old that has already spotted a rabbit and … Continue reading In the shadow of Storm Brian
I’ve often joked that Benjamin is my easiest child. At least, alongside a five-year-old who will burst into tears if you suggest she watches CBeebies instead of Youtube (or, God forbid, actually turn the TV off), and a one-year-old who will literally climb the furniture to get at anything she shouldn’t have. He doesn’t answer … Continue reading What a difference a drug makes
Yesterday, I took the two little ones to a festival – Daytripper – on my own. It’s not the sort of thing I would normally do. I’m not great at mixing with people I don’t know, or don’t know well. It’s in a crowd that I feel loneliest and most conspicuous. And with an energetic … Continue reading Festival spirit
This post was written for the #SEND30daychallenge, day 9: ‘Not just a mum.’ I’m one of the (few) parents who actually don’t mind being called ‘mum’ by professionals. Yes, I do have a name, but in the context of Benjamin’s health, education or care I see being called ‘mum’ as an affirmation of status. I … Continue reading Not just a mum…