Let's face it, Lila just can't find the staff these days. I pander to her whims based on a battle to battle evaluation; The bottom line being how prepared I am to deal with a mini-person literally melting onto the carpet.
You have no idea whether I am infertile, had countless miscarriages and/or abortions or had a child adopted. It's a personal question and it's not your place to ask. The same goes for the marriage query as well.
Julia will only show a couple of dimensions of autism, just as The A Word did. It's impossible for one character to show all aspects of autism but with more exposure it will be possible to show how autistic people can be very different.
First smiles, the first time they sleep through the night, first steps, first day at school. All big milestones for our little ones. But what about the parents? What about the milestones we reach? What about the crap that no one warns you about? The first Poonami.
As a parent (and also as a boss) you can become remarkably comfortable dishing out wisdom, regardless of your actual qualifications for doing so. I do this so much with my daughters that I am in danger of turning into a walking Pinterest board of inspirational but essentially meaningless quotes.
Mother's Day is one of those annual events that sends me into crisis mode. First comes the uncertainty - a bit like when the clocks go back (which way is it this time, and is that the good way or the bad way? Does anyone really ever know?)
There is an image from the past week that I just cannot shake. It's Marion Kelly kicking open that door when her dad had a really important Skype call. She kicks open that door and she marches in like an absolute boss. She OWNS that room and I love her for it. It is just brilliant.
Last year I spent a lovely couple of weeks in France with friends. Thankfully friends who understand that I shout at them and their children. My current shout-ism is "c**k", which we've managed to pretend is "cake", "cot" and "cod" amongst many others.
These conversations might not just be uncomfortable because they surround sex, they are tricky because many parents themselves feel like they're out of their comfort zones on handling some of the complex issues children face online.
Exams seem to be emerging as a new battleground not only for children, but schools, government and now seem to be responsible for dragging parents into a new fear spiral. It's a very different world from when we were kids.
Will he be isolated, with no friends because he can't talk to them the way they talk to each other? Will his needs be overlooked when he is in the care of others because they can't understand what he is trying to say through signing? How will he find his place in the world and will his voice ever really be heard and valued?
Five years ago I met a guy, it was a corny cliché romance. He was charming, fun, cheeky and rarely serious. I fell in love straight away. I was att...
So the purpose of this blog is to see the funny side of life. Life may be very difficult right now but I still have my sense of humour. I can only compare my life at the moment to one of a slug. I spend most of my time horizontal and moving slowly from room to room. The difference is I have arms so while I may feel as useless as a slug right now I still have the ability to type.
I have a mirror that my grandmother made, books that were my mothers, a cardigan knitted by my aunt. I have trinkets and jewellery, bits and pieces about the place, some with material value and others just sentimental, all of which serve to remind me of my past and where I came from, things which I keep mainly for their worth just to me.
Worrying is a universal currency that spans generations, but the world of teenage worry is relatively self-contained and probably no different to the one I inhabited as a teenager more than 30 years ago.
Whether it's SATs, the 11+, GCSEs or A-Levels, there seems to be no end to the tests and exams our children have to work through. There's always something for them to study for, some target to reach, and it brings a lot of pressure.