Trying not to be bitter, but failing miserably

Another year rolls around.  Another year that I have not yet won a blogging award. Totally unreasonable, I know. And in its wake come the Poor Me posts.  The wails of the parent blogging community.  Why not me?  Why not me?  The posts that pretend they don’t care about blog awards, that they’re all a…

Choosing a Primary School

Piglet is a summer baby. Apparently this means he is statistically at an academic disadvantage, but coming from one who started primary school several weeks behind the Autumn-born children, and who spent the earliest part of my (still continuing) years in education seething with rage that they were on the higher level reading books thanks…

When There Are No Words, There Are Always Dancing Penguins

It is 8.20pm, and Piglet is not asleep. Instead, he is breastfeeding.  We have returned home from a day out which ended with a two hour nap (for Piglet, not me), eaten dinner and watched the end of Happy Feet. Happy Feet is a nice story, although I am disappointed that the portion I watch…

Diary of a Bedtime

“You were sleeping through by his age!” My mother’s words, uttered at regular intervals since my son turned three months old, are reaching a fever pitch. My son is almost three.  He is still not “sleeping through.” OK, that is a slight lie.  He has slept through, at least once, but to do so on…