Parenting

Answers?

by Penbleth on Saturday 7 April, 2012

I don’t know much except this: there are no easy answers, there are no right answers. You just do what you honestly believe is right and hope and pray that is the case. Then your heart breaks when it isn’t. There are no right alternatives. Every option brings hurt. Look after one, the one with [...]

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Well and truly baked.

by Penbleth on Friday 16 March, 2012

I posted something ages ago about my mother baking on Friday mornings. I seem to be following suit, today. I’m making no promises about any other Friday. All this started because on Wednesday I made carrot cake cupcakes and 17 has whined since that she doesn’t like them, while eating them. And I’m a mug. [...]

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And then my head exploded.

by Penbleth on Sunday 26 February, 2012

You can be sailing along quite innocuously in life and then everything just heads south. Like a day when you are getting on with things and your 17-year-old daughter asks you in all earnestness, “Mum, how DO you milk a chicken?” I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting it. Then I hoped it was a joke. [...]

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This time let’s go with what I DON’T want.

by Penbleth on Friday 17 February, 2012

It’s respite weekend again. Last time I said I wanted to go out and I did – like a light and then to hospital. I don’t recommend it. This time I’m changing tack, so here’s a list of what I DON’T want. 1. I don’t want 13 to be sick. 2. I don’t want to [...]

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Don’t say it too loudly but … she sleeps.

by Penbleth on Monday 13 February, 2012

A year or so ago someone told me that there was just a chance that when my youngest hit puberty her sleeping would improve. It was more a case of, “I want to believe”, than actually buying the whole message. I’ve been there before, hoping, counting on what someone more experienced, often medically trained was [...]

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