Heather tries to unravel the confusion over what the Nestlé boycott is all about and whether it is valid or simply over reactionary rubbish.
People say things, well meant things, like ‘you always make me laugh’ and ‘your blog is so funny’ and suddenly you feel the pressure to live up to it, to perform and make them smile
But I can’t do that today.
I tried, really I did. I tried to find something amusing …
Dara from Readily A Parent believes it’s the fault of the parents.
As she writes in her column for The Western Star, ‘it takes callous, ongoing disregard for supervising and teaching your child respect for others and how to behave in public to earn you the crappy parent award in my …
By Josie from Sleep Is For The Weak
Hello.
I like this. It feels like a little secret opportunity to write about anything I want. Because we all know Heather doesn’t hold back. Maybe that means I can be brave here too, away from prying eyes… So thank you Heather, for a …
By Very bored In Catalunya
When Heather asked me if I’d do a guest post I immediately said yes. I love Heather’s blog and feel a kind of comradeship with her as we are both expats and share similar experiences, albeit mine are with a slightly warmer backdrop. I …
By Bubbleboo
Wow. Just wow. I cannot believe I’m actually here. I always wanted to visit Lapland!
*Gazes around in wonder*
I just realised I’m within firing range of that reindeer up there. If that thing decides to crap on me, I’ll be really pissed, Heather! I dressed up special to come here …
This is Susie from New Day New Lesson. I have the fun of guest posting here because Heather is lucky to be off for a month to the UK so we get to have a bit of fun on her blog while she enjoys her family.
So while she is living …
I sit staring at the sea of clothes in front of me, defeated, listless. I don’t want to go. I just want to bury myself in this pile of children’s trousers and t-shirts, cover myself over and lie down. Hide.
And so I sit, staring, unseeing. The bag next to me …
My eyes widen as I read the words on my computer screen, chest expanding with red hot air that pushes against the insides, filling me.
I can’t get any air in or out.
I can’t breath.
The words run in front of my eyes again, over and over.
Rejection.
Rejection.
My ears roar as …
I am wallpaper
I am a confused smile
I am a blank expression and a thousand yard stare
I am the one you don’t want to be left alone with
I am the one with the uncomfortable silences
I am no longer the life and soul
I am not the fun one or the funny one …
My daughter, the hyperactive 3.5 year old early riser of the family, slept at her grandmothers house one night last week. My son, 1.5, slept at home.
I woke at 9am, eyes gently waking in the sunshine, lying in my bed stretching out and enjoying that glorious first few minutes a natural waking. …
1. Whether people breast or bottle fed/feed their children. As long as they feed them something I think they’re pretty good parents.
2. What car you drive. Nope, sorry, just don’t care. Have no interest in cars and couldn’t care less how many whatsits to the gallon it gets, fancy gizmos …
