The wars of the generations

Tuesday morning, I was ready for a battle. It began when Keira decided to throw a tantrum because Riley was wearing one of her (many) jackets. This was on the way to her regular dancing class. In a nice punch, as we were in the MacDonald’s carpark (mumma needed a coffee hit), I spied not…

WW – This pleases me on so many levels

Dropping the ball

The rain falls, kissing the guttering outside my window, making that special metallic smack smack sound. It has just lulled my two sick children off to sleep and I have retreated to my own bed, to blow my nose, read some Helen Garner, and generally wish away the time until I also feel better. Time, though,…