28th April 2014 Helen 5Comment

When I signed up to ‘three kids under 5’ package I had clearly been drinking and didn’t read the small print.  I hazily remember the paragraph on sleeplessness, the fights, the terminally wobbly belly etc. I swear I never noticed the bit about them all being sick at the same time -particularly when a dose like Chicken Pox might strike. Yoda’s febrile convulsion last week heralded the start of her hellish dose of Pox.  The innocent first spot was actually a scout for hundreds of angry spots that were looking for their next victim. And they found it all over,…

22nd April 2014 Helen 1Comment

Like every parent I’m a fire fighter.  I mean that in the most boring, not-at-all-exciting kind of way. I do things as and when they are most urgent. Things left undone stay on the back burner ’til they become the screamers that demand attention. So it is that I eventually do most of the things I mean to, or at least the ones that matter. Eventually. I had thought about doing a first aid course when Spiderman was a baby.  I looked into a few options but found they were too expensive during an unpaid year off work and also…

9th September 2013 Helen 9Comment

6am knitting in Temple Street Late last year, I was doing my normal bits and pieces on a fairly average ‘mummy day’. Two kids in tow, it was the usual mix of bad singing (me) and shouted requests for Postman Pat from the back seat (them) as we headed to the supermarket. I expected to spend the next while trying to steer a trolley with one child in the seat and the other actually IN the trolley while trying to ram groceries in there.  But that day I didn’t get to rant about why Aldi really need to have more…