**Peeks round crack in the door**

Hey! Pssst, is anyone out there?

How bloody mad is life right now?!

I’m staying on my normal (somewhat annoying) positive-train, so the best course of action for me is to completely not mention all the isolating, locking-down and media-mayhem business. (That’s my coping strategy and I’m sticking to it.)

But what I will say is this; as things go, I have a wee bit of time on my hands, and it’s proving difficult to fill it with useful things…

(But if you’re creating your first podcast, learning to crochet or have decided to give Mandarin a go, MORE POWER TO YOU!)

I’m having some trouble getting the old brain on-line, i’m more magpie than human; lots of shiny new things I have time to try, coupled with the attention span of a gnat. But hey-ho.

And so I decided to check up on my soshal-meejha and give the ol’ website a spruce up. And it occurs to me that I don’t spend much time here anymore. These are landing pages now. So I think the best thing to do, is tell you. That way, if you’re lost on the interwebs and you stumble bleary-eyed, into this little corner and you find the kettle isn’t even on (good grief!) Then this little post will be here to say; come on over to Facebook, there’s virtual wine annnnd gluten free treats. (And honestly, only the gods know what else I’ll be waffling on about.) I don’t run a business page that peddles stuff, just a normal Facebook profile where I can chat to you, and you can chat to me. So come and add me ūüôā

See you soon.

J xx

What Will Become Of The Facebook Generation?

I have this friend — and yes, I am aware that this is an extremely suspicious way to start a sentence, but anyway…
I do – have this friend – in fact I have quite a few, all with very similar opinions when it comes to the ol’ FB…

Sanity 101; for Parents.

That’s the thing with children I suppose; as much as we love them they drive us crazy in equal measure, and as you climb the rungs on the parenting ladder¬†you lean certain undeniable truths along the way — one of them being that in order to maintain a little sanity you must have¬†little treats and rewards up your sleeve, and I don’t mean for the troops — I mean for yourself. After-all being ‘Mum’ isn’t an easy task, and there are times when a nice full glass of red and an episode of Castle, (a very important treat for me) sometimes just isn’t enough.

It’s my Mum friends that can always save the day. Our children run in age right up the scale, and when my child patience and “let’s work through your maths homework once more” energy is depleted, (even defibrillator pads aren’t bringing this one back – CLEAR!) it’s my other Mum’s that become my support. A midweek night out at the local Italian, (we’re coupon cutters – the waiters love us) always turns the frown upside down. It’s about¬†being able to share…

“why wont he just put his shoes on?”

“is bringing home a lunchbox so difficult?”

“what was the desperate need to put a rubber up her nose anyway??”

and the always old favourite; “my phone bill! You’ve never seen anything like it!”

And we don’t feel better because we’ve sat and moaned about our children — it’s because we’ve shared the burden, and we’re not alone. It’s because a couple of hours together always goes to prove that our children are not monsters, and we’re not epically¬†failing as parents, (massive parent fear btw) and that really they are just children, all going through the stages and trying to grow up.

We walk to the car park and hug goodbye, knowing that in six weeks or so we’ll all be back for a little more¬†therapy — and next time it might not be the children, it could be the husbands, work or our own parents — after-all they basically revert back to children….i’m looking forward to that particular stage of parenthood immensely.