"Make him stop! I'm feeling anger towards his face!" was the first thing I heard from my hubby after he came downstairs. "I'm just looking at him! I'm not doing anything!" came the protest from my teenage son. "That's it. I'm punching him!" I tuned out at this point. Amazingly this kind of exchange
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The morning struggle
Since my boy started high school, the funny episodes in the morning have slowed down considerably. It could be because hormones are turning him into a younger, male version of me, i.e grumpy, doesn't do well in the mornings, hates sunlight... you understand. I feel that I should illustrate the point. A
The teenager cometh
The chatterbox
I woke up the other day realising that with 12 weeks to go until our new baby enters the world, I've done a grand total of nothing to prepare. I have 3 packs of nappies, 2 packs of botty wipes and a cute lil baby grow from my friend in
The little moments
This morning I had a moment. It is the boy's last day ever in Primary School and man was I excited.... 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It's your last ever day at primary school!!' I squeaked while ignoring the grumpy mutterings coming from the bed, which I chose to ignore but think it was something along
The first date
4 months has gone by very fast since I last posted to this blog. I keep intending to blog on the move but being 'on the move' means I'm constantly fighting with lost signal and that means that my inspired instapost just doesn't quite make it. They say that time flies when
The early bird catches the worm
"I am sorry to have to tell you that your son has done something awful again today. He put a worm on a girl's hair. He also then sucked a worm...." Oh man this just cracked me up! After reading a tense email telling me in no uncertain terms to
The first trip home
With all the stress and stupidity that I've had to deal with lately I have totally forgotten to mention that the boys and I are jetting over to Cape Town. Oh happy days! I don't really know what to expect. It's been four years, there is some random stadium being built,
The time our blood was blue
Our blood is blue, Dumbledore is real and London has learnt nothing from Fashion Week. What a morning of revelations. This morning while walking the lad to school he declared that our blood was not red but blue. Excellent! I'll inform Her Majesty and we'll do tea and catch up on
The little love letter to my son
Hi Jim, You know, I don't remember having such a tough time at your age but then again my memory is generally rubbish and I was always a bit of a wuss with a gift for avoiding anything that even whiffed of conflict. It was my way and it was a
The bully teacher
It recently occurred to this once high-school misfit that teachers aren't the big scary people that they once were. What an awesome revelation, and another step towards me becoming a grown-up. I often get the impression that Jimmy is quite a challenge for teachers. You may have picked this up in
Smells like pre-teen spirit
Love, sorrow and getting your groove on... in retrospect it was the best way to handle a slew of bad days. If only it was me teaching the boy that and not him teaching me, then it would be perfect parenting. Love... It all began when he decided one morning to rush
Here there be snow monsters
There will be a couple of inches of snow in London today. Expect delays. Uh huh, ok I believe you this time, mainly because I walked to the station with 2 inches of snow on my head! This morning we woke up and Big Daddy decided this would be the morning to
A boy and his bike
It's a wonderful feeling when you see your child do effortlessly well at something. Even if that something is risky. Even if that something requires a million precautions to make him safe while doing it. Even if you know that if he continues to do it in the future you
