I decided to update my CV and ring around some recruitment agents. The reality check was humbling. I was told to be 'thankful' for even having a job, while others told me no-one would employ me part time when there's 400,580,235,253,532 younger girls willing to do seven-days a week at half my day rate.
it's not to anyone's benefit for the school to be involved in what happens in the few precious hours between three and seven pm. Children don't need one more thing to be measured/scolded/rewarded for, teachers don't need one more medium through which parents can evaluate them, and parents don't need any more reasons to feel like they are failing their children.
The other day I found a diary that I barely remember writing. It's full of entries to my first-born documenting our first year together. It's going to be serialised. Oh, hang on a minute, no it's not... because it's the DULLEST READ EVER. Full of crazy s**t I did and how much I loved her.
"Build the wall" is a phrase that regularly rings out from my son - often in response to handling conflict with his siblings! "Son, please try and get on with your sisters", "No, I'm going to build a wall between us, just like Trump!" is typical of his flippant responses.
I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help today at the school when you needed the parents to pitch in to help clean up the gardens. I'm sorry I never baked those cakes I promised the kids and myself that I'd make for the cake sale.
There always seems to be a lot of argument and debate over what is best, but rarely have I seen a post by a dad on the subject of breast or bottle fed babies, so I thought I would give my view on what appears to be a controversial subject. I have to say that I'm not passionate about either.
I know I've said it before, nevertheless, I think it's always beneficial to recap. I set sail on my blog voyage as a cathartic way to liberate some head space -to get it all out there (lord help me, and perhaps you) and indulge my ramblings. But possibly, more often than not, offload and sometimes have a good moan.
I won't complain. I tell myself that I got myself into this. When my son came to me to say he wanted to make the 'A-team' in school, I told him we would have to sit down and set it as a goal so that he could start working towards it. So who am I to say no when hubby and my son go ahead to put up a goalpost in the back garden.
As a mum who has put her own child through nursery, and as a childcare practitioner for over 15 years, I understand how busy life as a parent can be and it's not always possible to read every day with your child. However, it has been proven that children who are read to at an early age are more likely to excel with their numeracy, literacy and language skills as they get older.
In fact, give yourself a break, because not only are you trying to figure out what you want, you're also trying to figure out what another human being wants, when they don't even know themselves...
Meet a boy, fall in love, have adventures, lazy Sundays, make memories, get married, settle down, throw a Toddlermonster or two into the mix and before long you can barely recognise yourselves.
With evidence that pregnancy discrimination is at shocking levels, and has almost doubled in a decade, the Government urgently needs to act. We have outlined the steps the Government needs to take, from high-profile leadership to practical help for employers, abolishing the employment tribunal fees that prevent dinosaur bosses being taken to task, and ensuring women have access to the advice and help they need.
I write to keep those that care about us updated about Tink's progress (or not, as the case may be!). I write to share the funny things she does, the little things that amaze me or worry me. She's awesome and I want the world to know!
For a variety of reasons, my family is currently in Merida, Mexico and our small kids (two and four) are in a local school where they are expected to learn and play in Spanish. Below, I document our journey from monolingual children to being in a position where we feel secure enough to leave our kids in an entirely Spanish environment.
Three whole months went by after the miscarriage and it got harder to deal with the more negative pregnancy tests that I took. Then in the February, I finally tested positive and it was a very mixed-emotion moment for both myself and my fiancé. After having one healthy pregnancy and a baby boy, to having a miscarriage, we couldn't let ourselves get too excited.
You've probably heard of the motherhood penalty. It's the penalty many women pay when they have children and either leave their careers or take on lower paid, less demanding jobs. Have you, however, given any consideration to the fatherhood penalty?