Category Archives: Being Mum
What do you do about pocket money for your kids?
Way back, before my first-born knew or cared about such mundane principles as money, we had a plastic pot and a goodly supply of black and white glass pebbles.
Good behaviour was rewarded with a white pebble and bad behaviour…you get the idea. Every now and then a tally would be made and (wait for it…) REWARD STICKERS were given to an ecstatic little girl.
In due course, our wide-eyed cherub got wise and stickers were rejected in favour of sweets and other such incentivising goodies as she was able to screw out of us. Read the rest of this entry
For what seems an eternity now my 10-year-old daughter, Georgie, has been counting down the days to her four-day school trip to France. She’s had a couple of happy weekends away in the last year or so (fun residential courses at Kilve Court near Bridgwater), but this was always going to be “THE BIG ONE”. Read the rest of this entry
I’m a control freak. I’ve held my hands up to that one for a while now. Difficult not to when I need to know exactly how many seconds my son has taken to brush his teeth; when the mere thought of letting anyone else touch my computer breaks me out in a cold sweat; when the world seems out of kilter if milk isn’t added to the teacup after the teabag but before boiling water. Be that as it may, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect certain standards. And things are slipping around here. Oh, yes…things are slipping badly. Read the rest of this entry