Tagged with shame

When comparison strikes

When comparison strikes

  Comparison sucks. Or as Roosevelt said far more eloquently – comparison is the thief of joy. It really is. In my life, comparison can strike at the most unlikely moments and can switch off my joy quickly, absolutely and unceremoniously. For me, comparison is at the root of a whole heap of parenting (and … Continue reading

My barbecue sauce

My barbecue sauce

When my husband and I started adjusting to the fact that we were the parents of three small children, we laughed as we listened to the older two chatter away at us, and fight to be heard at the dinner table. We said – looking at our burbling third born – imagine what it’ll be … Continue reading

Magic. Mess. Really?

Magic. Mess. Really?

Mess. I have a lot of it in my life. A lot of my energy day to day goes into tackling the physical kind. Three kids, a dog, and two adults – combined we make a lot of the stuff. I also expel a lot of hot air complaining about the mess. Pointing it out … Continue reading

Feeling ill

Feeling ill

I’m a rubbish patient. Not a demanding one, ringing a bell by the bed, making relentless demands of my carers. Not that kind. As a patient, I am quietly guilt ridden. Agonised by my uselessness. A patient who puts more energy into resisting feeling ill than actually feeling unwell and getting on with it. As … Continue reading

Turning a corner

Turning a corner

We turned a little corner today. Who knows if it’s permanent, or if the change will stick, but today we shifted. Today my voice wasn’t raised. Today I kept it calm, and came up with a different way of doing things. Today I was the person I like to be. There were challenges, sure. Plenty … Continue reading