I was a Stay-at-Home Mum. Then I wasn’t. Then I was. And now I find myself in a No-(Wo)Man’s-Land somewhere between being home all the time and away all the time. It’s complicated.
I have a talker. The kind of talker who could just keep on talking ‘til the cows come home. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate. She would first talk to the farmer about bringing the cows home – and somehow persuade him that she’s the best person for the job - then talk to said cows until every last one was safely in their barn. She likes a good chat. But with all that talking comes a whole lot of questions – all aimed in my direction.
We all need to pause. No, I don’t mean chill out or have some me-time or anything like that. I mean pause. Or Le Pause to be more precise. In fact, I should have started this column by saying ‘we all need to be French’
The other day I had a realisation that my child’s friend’s mother’s friend’s sister’s neighbour had made a parenting decision for one of my kids. Yeah, I know! Imagine being the kind of parent that goes around making parenting decisions for kids they have never met, and quite likely never will. Outrageous, right?
I had a funny thought the other day. Imagine if the Emergency Services had a major change in policy and decided they would no longer respond to our emergencies but henceforth would wholeheartedly react to them ...