Category: parenting

P365 – Day 296 – find your passion

Go directly to the garden. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. I’m one of those people who never knew what they wanted to do after they finished school. I was the career guidance teacher’s number one nightmare, and my parents despaired that I was never going make...

P365 – Day 128 mothers day

I had a lovely day today, despite being a bit knocked about by a lingering cold that I thought had almost gone, but that made a triumphant return to my life this morning. Juniordwarf gave me a little stash of presents, which he helped me to open. (What that...

P365 – Day 76 cutting it

A while ago, when it became apparent that Juniordwarf was left-handed, I bought some left-handed scissors for him, but he was never interested in cutting anything. Even when he had the opportunity at play group, he never made any attempt to use scissors. Now that they are doing cutting...

P365 – Day 53 – bake-a-rama

Now that Juniordwarf goes to school, I only have one day a week at home with him. What this means is that all the home/mum ‘stuff’ I used to do on two days I now only get one day to do. Last year we had organised activities on both...

P365 – Day 46 – climbing

I thought today’s post was going to be about how I was feeling on the very last day before Juniordwarf entered the formal education system. I started to write the post as a letter to him. I wrote about how everything was going to change, I wrote about my...

P365 – Day 19 back to school part 1

This time in exactly four weeks, junior dwarf will have started school. Actually he will be starting Kindergarten, which, for our interstate friends, is the non-compulsory year of school that comes before kids start school proper at the age of five. It has different names in different states, and...

P365 Day 9 – I wasted time (9/1/2011)

John Lennon once said, ‘Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted’. I don’t know when he said it or the circumstances that he said it in; whether it’s one of his lyrics or something he said. But I don’t really care where it comes from – it’s a view...