Sometimes, I wonder if it’s really worth the effort to get kids doing chores. I know it’s a good thing, it is teaching them valuable life skills, it is forming them up into functional, capable adults…but man oh man, I could really do without the constant moaning and whining and reminding and bickering and…like, could we just do it with a bit of grace occasionally
If we were in mainstream schooling, Mr12 would be in highschool this year – a whole new world of independence. Even without school in the mix, his calendar is becoming increasingly full…which means mine is also becoming full! Chess club this day, drama class that day, don’t forget radio every week and film every fortnight. I swear I run out of ink in my green
Back in February, I was travelling constantly for my essential oil business. Every weekend I was in Melbourne or Brisbane or at the coast, and in between times, I had three trips to the big smoke for Boy2 as we underwent some testing relating to a reasonably new diagnosis of some learning difficulties (dyslexia, plus some other bits and pieces). I was also trying to
I read an article, the other week, about how the “baby brain” phenomena is real (duh, says every mother in the world), and it can last up to TEN YEARS. That explains an awful lot, really. My memory is terrible. Random trivia I can remember no worries, but book myself a haircut and if it’s not in the diary within 5 minutes, it isn’t happening.
I popped into the Salvo’s op-shop on my way to the library this morning, and spent the huge amount of $5! I grabbed two vintage pillowcases, a bag of buttons, and two books, destined to be part of a collage. My haul: the fabric: I’m not 100% sure what these will become yet, I am thinking maybe a cute little apron? Hmmm… don’t