In Defence of the Nap
I have started napping. Not often — once or twice a week, on the days when the morning has been particularly costly. I am defending this practice.
The honest answer is that I kept looking for this blog and it didn't exist. So here we are.
Read the full post →I have started napping. Not often — once or twice a week, on the days when the morning has been particularly costly. I am defending this practice.
My closest friend lost his father in February. We are both in our forties. This is the age when it starts to happen to people you know.
I am trying to put the phone down more. I am failing at this with regularity and I think it is worth being honest about.
We leave the house at 8:32am. This is not negotiable. Everything before 8:32am is negotiation.
I could cook before children in the way that a reasonably intelligent adult can cook: competently, occasionally well, never with any particular intention.
Dear Ellie. You are five today. You have been awake since 5:47am. This is consistent with who you are.
She told me not to sing in front of her friends. She is five. I have been preparing for this moment and I was still not entirely prepared.
We went to Cornwall for a week in August. I have significant things to say about this.
Ellie has a homework sheet that needs to be completed by Friday. It is Tuesday. We have been having the same conversation about it since Sunday.
We play football in the garden most evenings after school. This is, at present, the best part of my day.