Today, Little Quack based his Black History homework on 12 Years A Slave and when I read it it made me really proud.
“Racism is a choice isn’t it? None of my friends were born not liking someone because of the colour of their skin or if they have a religion. Do you learn racism Mum? Like Dad told me don’t support Chelsea when you grow up? Is that the same”
What are the rules we always tell our kids?
Always tell the truth. Always be kind. Never trust a stranger.
So what do we do as parents…?! We totally screw our kids up! If I’m honest, I’m surprised my boys haven’t had numerous nervous breakdowns and aren’t scarred for life with what I’ve put them through…
And the thing is, I bet you have too! Our kids, collectively throughout the world, MUST be traumatised because of the adults in their lives that they trust…
THE EASTER BUNNY
I kid you not, as an adult if we believed this we would think our drink had been spiked – a rabbit that lays multi-coloured eggs that are made from chocolate and leaves them scattered everywhere once a year. Does that not sound weird?
I always remember Little Quack being caught eating ‘mini Maltesers‘ when we got our first rabbit, yet now it all makes perfect sense, I was the one who told him it was ok to eat rabbit shit. I created this weird Easter tradition in our house and I didn’t even realise the flood gates I had opened. They were not Maltesers FYI. My kid was eating rabbit shit. Continue reading “Why we are ALL terrible parents… yes, you’re guilty too”→
Having hair loss as a woman is a really difficult thing to come to terms with whether it’s from pregnancy, stress, a hereditary condition or Alopecia – in this case mine was pregnancy and it was coming out in clumps by the handful every day.
It started at around 7 months pregnant, prior to that, pregnancy had gifted me beautiful shiny locks of hair by the bucketload and I was loving my new do! Up until the morning I woke up thinking we had got a cat without me knowing and it had slept on my pillow all night. Alas no, it wasn’t that, it was my hair!!! And I was devastated because it just kept coming out…
The one thing that is a bit of a weird concept to me is this getting old malarky. I remember being a kid and looking at my Aunt who was actually probably my age (34) and thinking “cor, she’s well old!” Whereas I don’t think I’m old at all, I still consider myself as one of the kids, totes down with the hashtag, New Balance trainers, selfie pouting like a pro and flashing the peace sign at any opportunity. Now that’s an obvious sign I’m still young, right? But apparently I’m just embarrassing says Big Quack. Little Quack nods in the background with a solemn look on his face, as if they’re just about to take me to the vet and put me down 🙁
Halloween is a huge big deal in our house, the kids absolutely love it, so last year when I inadvertently booked a holiday meaning that we would be sat on a stunning beach in Sardinia on the 31st everyone in my family hated me – even though I did bring along some spooky props for us, apparently it wasn’t quite the same.