Sometimes wrong is better than right
Birthdays have been a recurrent theme since Sam turned two just over a month ago. I tried to explain why it was such an exciting day:
‘You’re two today, Sam.’
He looked a little confused and asked ‘…Too hot?’
Smiling, I clarified ‘No sweetie; two years’.
He grinned, nodded, and said ‘Two EARS!’ whilst pointing to his ears.
…You can’t blame me for beaming and saying ‘Yes, that’s right!!’
I’ll get my comeuppance one day, but for the moment I am very much enjoying my daily ritual of asking Sam how old he is, and seeing him grab his ears and say ‘Two EARS!!’
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What’s in my bag? Come and see…
This week I have had a close encounter of the very random kind.
Over on twitter, some very lovely mummy bloggers have been egging each other on to show the world what on earth they carry around in their handbag…The idea spread and Britmums, the parent blogger network site, threw down a video challenge for bloggers to show off whatever is in their handbag.
Crumbling under the pressure…I finally agreed to make a video…So, what on earth do I have in my handbag? You might be surprised…
Revealed: My Guilty Secret
A dreadful thing happened yesterday. My guilty secret was almost discovered.
My husband was idly opening a letter – having failed to notice that it was addressed to me. Why on earth had I left it lying on the kitchen table?
Eek! I said, hastily whipping it out of his fingers. I think that’s mine!
Husband looked puzzled. All the more so as he had already seen the tell-tale headed notepaper: Halifax Building Society.
“Why are the Halifax writing to you?” he wondered. I shrugged oh-so-carelessly. “Oh, they’re probably just trying to sell me a credit card,” I mumbled, stuffing the evidence into my mountain of vital papers. Husband gave me a suspicious look, then ambled off.
Horrors! I thought. For my husband had been about to discover that I have a stash of secret savings. So far as he is aware, all our money has been joint money for almost 20 years now. For both of us, shared money has always been symbolic: shared money means shared lives. We are in this together.
But that hasn’t stopped me from keeping a little nest egg…
How Buffy saved my life
This is a difficult post to write.
There are plenty of people in my life who know how important the programme Buffy the Vampire Slayer was to me. In fact, it was a running joke for quite some time.
However, I don’t think any of those people know why. After all, it’s not every day that someone credits a work of fiction with saving their life.
It was 1998. I was part way through my second year at university having only just scraped through the first year by the skin of my teeth. My determination to prove myself by studying hard and focusing on my course had long since departed and I was well and truly caught up in a whirlwind of partying too hard, binge drinking, drug taking and poor boyfriend choices.
Things came to a head towards the middle of that year when I had an epiphany moment. I knew I had to leave or I was going to seriously crash and burn. I called my dad and he came that night and took me home.