Once upon a time, Fridays around here were pretty typical of your average, chaotic family. School runs, work deadlines, a little one doing his best to climb every cabinet the moment backs were turned, a slightly older one to immune to threats of being taken to school in his underpants if he doesn't get dressed RIGHT NOW. Always a rush. A rush to tidy, to sort, to shop, to cling on to my sanity, and to smile. We're always quick to smile in this house, although it's a little harder to earn one from me and my littlest than it is from my husband and our eldest, they who are blessed with slightly less suspicious natures and more cheery dispositions.Read More
Once upon a time, I never really understood the point of a rug. Why lay one form of flooring on top of another? What an odd thing to do. All that time, effort and expense to choose carpet, wooden flooring, or perhaps vinyl, and then you cover it up. Why?
Oh, how naive I was.
I've read way too many articles over the years on how to make your bedroom your sanctuary, and have pretty much come to the conclusion that not a single one has ever been written by a parent. Or truthfully written by a parent. As a mother to a four year old and a six year old, I gave up trying to find a quiet and peaceful place in my home a long time ago. Six years and four months ago, to be precise (my eldest is an October baby). To conclude, children and Zen don't really mix.Read More