What Big Son is wearing this week. You know what I hate? The law of the universe which dictates that your child* will only ever have a volcanic raging fever - in the middle of the night. Play all day, run wild outdoors then clock strikes twelve? Pumpkin coach explodes. Fever, crash and burn.* will only… Continue reading Google Loves me More than My Mum Does.
We spent most of last weekend in the hospital. My teenagers were invited to a BBQ at their aunt's house so they could hang out with other teenagers ( and escape from their slave driver mother.) Big Daughter decided to climb up a tree. Barefoot. In the dark. Even though Big Son told her it… Continue reading Emergencies that Require an Archangel