I did a ridiculous thing today. Just when I think I can’t get any more daft, I reach another level. I’ve concluded that sometimes my head is so far ‘in my head’ that my environmental senses don’t work properly. Bill asked me to post a really important piece of correspondence this morning. He drove meContinue reading “Don’t put your post (or pearls) in the wrong place”
Coming from the depths of the African jungle, I cut my teeth in British society during this decade.
If there’s one thing that serves to humble me on a daily basis, it’s being a parent. One of the reasons for that is that things I vowed I’d never do before I became a mum tend to come back to haunt me…
Ok, so this isn’t one of my proudest parenting moments. But I’m going to share it because no doubt most of us all have to go through this rigmarole at some point in the next few months, and as well as being mildly amusing (only in hindsight, I assure you), let this be a warning not to promise rewards in the moment you aren’t willing to deliver on; you may regret it.
if you find odd socks and toast mixed in with your duplo once in a while, it’s fine. Sometimes disorder is beautiful too.
Anyone else in the same boat? This morning, I pulled the covers over my head and said ‘No thank you’ to the new day. Yes, you heard me, this imperfect pastor’s wife does not always wake up warbling, ‘This is the day that the Lord has made,’ and neither do I always ‘rejoice and beContinue reading “On the days you just want to go back to bed…”
This little poem is for every parent who feels they can never get things ‘just right.’ There might be a reason for that…