On Sunday, Mark and I were assembling a jigsaw my mum sent us. Mark is still a bit young for these and he was getting frustrated. So I decided to number the pieces since he loves numbers.
Browsing Category Preschool
Mark in daycare, 2014-2016.
Shit, I May Have to Censor Myself Now…
I can’t afford therapy. Oh, I can already picture the scene… Mark is jumping on a black leather couch, the expensive designer kind, not the latest IKEA model. The shrink, Sigmund, is sitting in a chair.
I’m Exhausted, I Need to Hit ▌▌
How do you guys do it? Seriously? Am I missing something here? I only have one kid and my job isn’t even that important—I mean, I’m not saving lives here, just moving commas and deleting quote marks.
This Odd Number – It’s Hard To Be Three At Home
Three is an odd number. Inevitably, alliances are formed, bribes are offered, protests are fomented and plans to overthrow the authority and seize power are made.
There’s a First and Second Shift for Working Mums
When I’m tired, my brain goes on overdrive. Details that shouldn’t matter suddenly bother me—why is it so dusty under the couch?
Nut Allergies and Lunch Boxes in Canada – My New Challenge
I dash to the kitchen. Quick check here too—sometime she is having her morning cup of coffee here. Nope. All clear. Now I just have to take Mark to the classroom and hopefully, she will be busy