Category: School

The Lockdown Mum

The ‘Lockdown Mum’. Not to be confused with the exhausted Mum, the at her wits end Mum or the eat her weight in wine gums Mum. No, the Lockdown Mum is an accumulation of all […]

Up for the chop

Now this wouldn’t be a rhyme (of mine) if I didn’t have the time, for a moan and a whine about this terrible crime. They may be home, with a cough, rash or cold, because, […]

‘It’s safe’…..

Now school is back in session, I feel I’ve really learned my lesson. All those weeks I moaned, when normality was postponed and now they’ve come home, with what I can only hope to be […]

The ‘things to look forward to’ jar

Today my son’s teacher suggested the children might like to do an inspirational excise and create a ‘things to look forward to’ jar. Being keen on any work where the girl can also be involved […]

Fun Mum

Sometimes I feel like I can’t relax. I feel like I have to be sensible and organised, at home, at work, in life generally. I’m the responsible one, I worry about money and I make […]

A Sad Feeling

The first born is sad. He went to bed and, just when we thought they must be asleep (based on the quietness level and lack of shouting) he let out a little whimper of ‘Dad!”. […]

Take it easy

I have decided to take it easy.  I am no longer an aspiring super Mum, the one who cooks, cleans, home schools, does an office based job from the dining table. Doer of all the […]

Mum on a ledge

Even though I am a self -confessed anti-social who generally avoids talking to real life people I do miss elements of my life pre-isolation.  For example, routine, I miss actually going into the office, having […]

No more School

The first born spent all morning yesterday trying to convince us (with tears and everything) that he should not be going to school.  To give him credit, his arguments are fair and probably accurate, of course we didn’t […]

I will not say fuck in front of the kids

As eager as I am to have my children home and safe given the girl’s medical condition, I am also quietly panicking inside.  I suspect I’m not the only one but obviously the ‘Laws of Mum’ dictate that I should […]