I’ve barely had time to breathe this week, let alone blog. Megan has single-handedly taken it upon herself to prematurely age me (even further!) with a mixture of relentless crying, screaming and super human levels of violence. Where as she has been acting this way for several months now, this week as I sat there…
Being ill sucks at the best of times and yet being ill when you’re a parent? There really is nothing worse. You have no choice but to carry on as normal, to deal with whiny, demanding children who insist on clambering all over you, screaming and shouting and preventing you from doing the one thing…
When people tell you about being a parent, they often miss out one of the important pieces of advice of all. You will spend your whole life feeling guilty. If they fall over and hurt themselves, you feel guilty that you averted your eyes for a split second or that you didn’t reach them soon…
So it turns out that actually, Bognor Regis isn’t that bad. Once we had stretched our legs, wrapped up in our warmest winter jumpers and lugged our mountain of luggage up the two flights of stairs to our apartment, we decided that now we were here, we might as well make the most of it….