For the Love of God

It all started with The Great British Bake Off. Sort of. Let me explain… About eighteen months ago now, (yep… about two months before the real “baking incident”); Husband and I got to a stage in family life where we actually began to feel… human. Oh yeah. It may just be a glistening memory now,…

Summer

Summer is here! The bog’s even dry. The garden so green, Not a cloud in the sky! . The kids are at home- I opted for this. Too hot for nursery, Could it get any less British than this?! . “Drink some more water!” I bark. “Put on your hat!” “When can we have ice…

Hands Down Heroes

So this morning, we pretty much failed at Father’s Day. As per usual, Tiny had just about settled back down to sleep after a night feed, when Toddler burst into the room full of the light and life that neither we, nor the sky, were quite ready to see yet. No sooner was he resettled,…

Expect the Unexpected

As you probably gathered from last Sunday’s blog, I wasn’t exactly expecting very much from this weekend. (That’s Husband’s Ordination to the Priesthood- for those just catching up.) Well, actually… That’s not exactly true, is it? I was expecting chaos. And confusion.¬†And quite possibly the usual ridiculousness that, if nothing else, at least makes for…

The Verdict…

So the votes are counted… I didn’t win. Most of you traitors sided with him! So off he’s gone, with a trumpety trump; Carrying not one, but two shirts in his trunk. The red one is packed, The tea towel still contends; But he’s ditched the safe black And taken… navy instead?! (Probably to make…

Seeing Red?

“So what time are you home tonight?” “I dunno… just after 8 maybe?” “Ok. I’ll see if I can hang on and eat with you then. Unless there’s anything you need doing before you go?” “Err… Oh yeah, I need to iron my clergy shirt.” “Which one?” “The red one.” “The red one?!” “Yes. The…

The Onto-What-Now?!

So this week, Husband is to be ordained… again. And this is not – (as someone rather helpfully worded it on Facebook)- because it didn’t work last time. But is, rather, a “next step” kind of deal. But… isn’t he already a Vicar? I hear you ask. (If not, he better stop wearing that collar!…

Cake-Gate

At the end of this week, we are attempting our first full-length holiday as a family of five. So, amidst all of the other exciting-but-anxiety-producing preparations for this, I have also been attempting to use up all of the leftover perishables lurking at the back of our fridge. Come Tuesday morning, then, I found myself…

Low-mance

Like it or loathe it, unless you’ve been living under a rock this week, everybody’s talking about love. And not the redemptive, sacrificial, world-changing type of love that Bishop Curry spoke about at the big event, either. Nope. I mean the hand-holding, long-looking, heart-pounding, “when will they kiss?!” kind of love. And… no surprises here……

Winging It

So last week, (now four weeks past, with the time it’s taken to write!)… was a funny old week.  On Monday, we returned from a long weekend away with the wider family. Which was lovely, except for the usual injection of comparison, criticism and all round Mummy Guilt that comes with spending an intense and exposed amount…

May Be

May be upon us. May… be here so soon?! May be meaning it’s almost a year since our cohort moved. A year?! A year. What’s in a year? Well… Shock, exhaustion, diabetes and childbirth, to name but a few! Identity crises, loneliness, and Mummy guilt, to name some more. One experience, weakness, bug, then another,…

Wholly Weak

I confess that this week; the most important week in the Christian calendar and the one neck-and-neck with Christmas in the Vicar-stakes, has somehow crept upon us. What’s worse, it has appeared at such an alarming speed that it seems to have knocked me sideways, somewhat. See, after weeks of adrenaline-fuelled horn-grabbing; smashing this mother-of-three…