I have a confession to make. A deep, dark confession. Today I gave my son a piece of Rocky Road. It was just a tiny piece. OK, two tiny pieces. No, three. But they were no more than bite-sized. He had three bites of Rocky Road. He is eighteen months old. Am I a bad…
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The Public Badge of Good Motherhood
Argh. I have inadvertently trained Piglet to gaze blankly at the television as if in a hypnotic trance. Unfortunately, this does not only happen during In the Night Garden. This was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to be an earth mother, all joss sticks and babywearing, giving birth blissfully in a bathtub surrounded…
When does the nesting instinct kick in?
Yet again I am engaged in the deadly habit of procrastination. Why is it that every time the holidays roll around I fool myself into thinking that if I do one productive thing per day-just one-then the entire day has been a success? Today’s “productive task” consisted of emailing some photos that I had promised…