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

13 Things I wish I had known before I became a kinship carer

Lately, I have been mentally compiling a list of all the things that I wish I had known before I had become a kinship carer. Perhaps this list may be of some assistance to someone contemplating fostering? Please note that this list is specific to my family’s situation, and I am aware that some categories… Continue reading 13 Things I wish I had known before I became a kinship carer

An essay in response to small talk

“How are you going?” Do you know how to respond to this question? Sometimes this question transforms me into a dim-witted, bumbling oaf as I stumble for an adequate response, blurting out punctuated remarks like “Good! Hot!”, “Busy! Tired.” Or the classic “O-K…”which starts out with a high pitched squeak and fades into an uncertain… Continue reading An essay in response to small talk

My 2019 Resolution

About five months ago I started writing the following blog entry entitled “Joiners”. Some people are “joiners”; they get involved in everything and their lives are filled with committee meetings, volunteering and serving, baking for the latest event, running around frantically behind the scenes, and generally being busy with all that is involved with being… Continue reading My 2019 Resolution

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