If you've ever let a look or comment from another person, or even your own fear, make you parent your kids differently, this one's for you. (Because only YOU know your kids.)
Want to save? The answer's pretty simple: spend less.
There is, in fact, a campaign called, "dads don't babysit." Hundreds of dads are joining up and expressing to the world their discontents with the perception around dads looking after their children.
I knew that I might not survive. The cancer was highly aggressive and the surgeries were very risky, carrying a 50% percent paralysis risk. At times I was tempted to focus on the injustice of it all. I'd done nothing to deserve this, but no cancer patient ever does. So, instead of staring hopelessly at the bleakness of my situation I determined to be positive...
Someone shrugged their shoulders and told me to drive and go self catering or camping. Ah, you see, where is the holiday in that? It's like a home away from home, except with the sun. And cooking over a hot stove in Mediterranean heat simply doesn't do it for me.
It was inevitable that it was going to happen: the government always were going to wield cuts at the young. But the recent Queen's speech gives us an idea about where exactly the belt will be tightened, and who specifically will be unable to rely on the help of the state.
Don't get me wrong, a toy is a great tool for teaching kids. But I bet you my baby boy's first tooth that the new PC toys that are hitting the market right now will, like all the toys before them, change nothing unless we change the stories we, the adults, tell about diversity.
Aliens landed in our backyard one night and inhabited the kids for what we earthlings call the Teen Years. Little do they know I have cracked their code.
What you need to remember, that happy parents tend to have happier children. And if the two of you are much happier divorced, then your children will eventually accept, that divorce is a pure act of two adults who have decided they are no longer happy to be together.
It's in the ordinary where we now find so much joy. Being together as a family, watching a film together, seeing Rog teach Sam how to play chess, and Flo grab an armful of books and snuggle up in bed next to her dad.
You are my blood. My family. My friend. As I am yours. And it is a huge honour that you chose ME to stand beside you on your wedding day.
These unemployed youngsters often have the much-coveted, sometimes expensive degrees, yet employers are not beating a path to their front door trying to hire them. I am not an economist, so I cannot make pronouncements about government policies, the economy and other factors that may cause the situation.
All families with disabled children have huge mountains to climb and we face continuous barriers and endless challenges to clear a path for our disabled child to belong in society, to belong in our communities and to be valued so they can live a full life: enjoy friendships, a social life, a job, go to college, have their dreams and aspirations supported.
Because these are our children, and the problems they are exhibiting are ones we are giving them (and by we, I mean all of us living in the developed world - these problems cross countries and continents).
There is no excuse for turning a blind eye to distress; those providing care, whether care assistant, family, nurse or doctor need to know they are supported in doing what the patient needs, not shackled by risk averse attitudes that paralyse common sense and hinder care provision.
Adoption is a good thing, it gives children a second chance of experiencing enduring family relationships when birth parents cannot care for them and no other reasonable options are available in the wider family.