Hole in None?
Aiden nagged to go play putt putt this morning. I wasn’t ready yet, queue drama. Then I was ready he wasn’t. Queue more drama. Throw in some “my head hurts, I can’t move my legs, Mommy is the worst, mommy is the best, pick me up, I’m hungry but not for food, for sweets, I…
Move. Change. Adjust.
As moving goes, be it houses, towns, Provinces, County’s and countries, I have done it all. 17 times to be precise. Yes you heard right. 17 moves in 17 years.
Let’s all go to the beach….
It was Saturday morning and although I swore never to go on another road trip with the kids again, it’s sort of like when you drink too much. You swear blind you are never doing it again because the hangover was so bad that you set up camp in the bathroom with cream soda and…
Road trippin’ flippin’ Rage
It’s been a week and I think I am only just recovering from the trauma. The JHB road trip had been on the cards for a while. I knew it was there and was looking forward to it about as much as I do my annual gynecologist visit. It’s there in the calendar, but you…