It has been well over a year since I last wrote, and I thought that I should post a quick update before we farewell 2022 and usher in the New Year. Some people have asked about why I haven’t written, and there are a couple of reasons for this. -Firstly, time. My life has gotten… Continue reading Our 2022
Tag: growing
Early Morning Ramble
I still have cause to wake in the night, tossing and turning, overheated, my pulse racing, unable to switch off my thoughts. My inner voice jostles with itself. Go to sleep. You will regret this later. -I know, I was reading till midnight. I can’t afford to lose sleep. Then go to sleep. -I’m trying,… Continue reading Early Morning Ramble
Dream Again
I was always a dreamer. As a child my imagination was easily captured, and I couldn’t take a road trip without falling in love with one setting or another. I always had a dream on the go or a story in my head, and I filled scrap books with my thoughts; dream home designs and… Continue reading Dream Again
Consumed
Four months ago I wrote about waiting for Baby M to be born. I have attempted to write a couple of times since little Miss M joined our family, however I have struggled to finish an entry. The following entry has been started and restarted several times. If I had written in the week following… Continue reading Consumed
Any Day Now
Male readers (yes, all three of you); I have a question: How often do you receive comments about your appearance? I have no intention here of starting some kind of gender war, but I genuinely am curious about how frequently people talk to males about the way they look. My husband has quite a bushy… Continue reading Any Day Now
Famiversary #3
Three years have passed since Miss A and Miss L joined our family as wild young girls fresh out of their latest foster placement. Our third “famiversary” passed without much of a fuss. So much has been happening, and my emotional well-being has not been consistently good. I shall start with the exciting news for… Continue reading Famiversary #3
Amazing
Meeting new people has become somewhat of a dreaded task to me. The conversation usually follows this pattern: New person: “How many kids do you have?” Me: (gritting my teeth and bracing myself) “Five.” This is followed by one of two regular responses: Option 1: New person: (Their eyebrows shooting up, their mouths dropping, often… Continue reading Amazing
26. Motherhood is not the hardest job in the world
I have been keeping journals, on and off, since I was in primary school. Recently, I decided to read some of my old journal entries. I found a blog-style entry which was written before I even had a blog; not long before our nieces moved in, when Mr E was 4, Miss R was 2… Continue reading 26. Motherhood is not the hardest job in the world
2. Our year of growing up
My husband and I have been a couple since I was in my mid-teens; he in his late teens. We married when I was 18 (no, I was not pregnant), and for the first six years of our marriage lived in a self-contained granny flat behind my parents’ house. During that time we both obtained… Continue reading 2. Our year of growing up
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