May 26, 2013

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In my dreams

I really believe when sleep-deprived parents actually do get the opportunity to grab some shut eye and wander into dream land, that much of that dreaming is around living the good life, you know, fantasies of perfect days ……. terribly unattainable in most instances, but highly desirable nonetheless. So when my bloggymate Kirsty announced that this [...]

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May 25, 2013

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Sucking up a bit of your own …

I’ve written a number of posts on this blog, before now, about self-care. About the need to look after yourself when the going gets tough. About stepping back, breathing deeply and lightening the load. Funny how we often aren’t so good at taking our own advice, right? Well, I’ve forced myself to listen these last [...]

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May 14, 2013

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Arthur …. or Martha?

It is all that I can do to resist coming and dumping a big bag of moaning here, but the past few weeks have been incredibly busy – so very much going on behind the scenes here at the Family Survival Coach ranch, albeit many of these things are progressing more slowly than I had [...]

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May 12, 2013

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Happy Mother’s Day … and where it all began …

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums today and look,  if I could quickly pen a floral Hallmark-suitable verse to insert here I would. I really would, but alas it’s Sunday morning and there just ‘aint no time for rhyme ;) Now, whilst lazing in bed enjoying the paper, cuppa and brekky adoringly delivered by [...]

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May 7, 2013

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My hankering for online convenience and your chance to win big!

Disclosure: I’m not being paid to write this post but I am entering it into a competition with some great prizes on offer. All opinions are my own. I do lots online and given the opportunity would gladly do much more. It’s not that I avoid contact with people, because I can be social and [...]

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May 5, 2013

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Cars and I don’t always play nicely. A confession.

It’s all fun and games now that my Big Boy is a learner driver. Not so long ago it seems he was a learner walker, and the world really did seem a safer place back then. You see, I’m terrified that he may have inherited my crap-automobile-management genes, and if so this may not actually [...]

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