We need an after-school kid looker-afterer! Our boys say they don’t need nannying, they don’t want to be babysat, and they don’t much like the sound of being minded. But they do need someone there when they get home from school, to ask about their day, stop them bingeing on biscuits and fighting, kick a ball around sometimes and gently bully them into their homework and chores. You’ll need plenty of patience and the ability to be firm when they push it… Continue reading “Nanny status”
Always a boy who needs to feel part of the tribe, Number Two Son tends his accent with the same care he gives his footballer’s quiff in the morning mirror. He works to eliminate his Kiwi short ‘e’, that giveaway vowel, as mockable as the Australian short ‘i’.
‘Axcellint,’ he says to himself. ‘Avrything. Agg.’ Continue reading “Lippy kids”
The boys start school, and I am paralysed. Days pass, weeks, and I’m held in stasis by two equal and opposite wants: to be writing, really writing; and to maximise our family adventure. Continue reading “Crisis. Crux. Crossroads”
Back to university next year. Aaaaarrrrggghhh! I’m old enough to be those fresh-faced acne-pocked hormone-raddled infants’ mother! My student ID number begins with 90! Campus is all fancy, with no foul $1 Lower Caff polystyrene coffee and squeezy-cheese nachos! Continue reading “University daze”
So here it is, our final quarter. The ski season finally over, and a long list of other adventures to try and squeeze into our last term. To bookend the season, we were up the mountain on closing weekend, graunching our way through the thick mashed-potato snow, paying our final respects: goodbye, Cardrona! See you in a few years! Continue reading “Space cadet”
Eight weeks of work to go. And counting every day of it.
It was always going to be a frantic last few months. When my client called me into a meeting a couple of months ago and dumped on me about the projects ahead, I sat there feeling sicker and sicker, knowing that from that day until Christmas was going to be shit. Continue reading “Cortisol cocktail”
It’s like that old aphorism says, if you want something done, give it to a busy person. A busy person has momentum; they multi-task, they batch-process. They can’t afford run-up and wind-down time around each task, so they run up once and go hard at tasks back to back until they fall into bed at night. Continue reading “Wrangling the cash cow”