With only one week to go before the threat of the Summer Hellidays became a grave, grave reality, Mummy decided she'd better start busying herself with all the things she'd been putting off since September. She started by digging a grave for herself (or indeed for the purpose of temporary "time out" for any Terror… Continue reading Yr 6 Graduation: Epic Mum Fail No.11,367
So what is all the fuss about? Mummy has decided to do some research into what really happens when one turns 40
If ever a woman utters the word "fine," you can be sure of one thing: SHE IS NOT FINE. IT IS NOT FINE. NOTHING IS EVER FINE.
Mummy has indeed enrolled on a variety of courses over the years, only for extraneous things such as babies and life to get in the way. So what was so significant about this time?
Mummy is racking her brains as to What Every Man wants. It is indeed a good question. One that is usually EXTREMELY simple to answer.
Every child has a place, every child has a voice at Brownies.
How can we become who we so desperately want to be, at the expense of nobody and nothing else?
Perhaps you are lying next to a cold, frigid Mombie in bed. Or perhaps you yourself are a Mombie who hasn't woken up yet from the nightmare.
The Play Centre offers a multitude of options for misplacing a child. Use this piece of information at your own discretion.
Last week, The Terror Tots unanimously declared that they prefer School's meatballs to mine. Despite the fact that my own hand-rolled meatylicious balls, coated in hand-pressed super-six, hidden vegetable ragout, haven't gone down so well of late, I hadn't anticipated the need for a vote and I certainly hadn't expected to fail so miserably. And… Continue reading Spaghetti Betty