It’s six months since I embarked upon the Digital Mums’ Community Manager Programme. So what? Here’s what!
A poem for 2016 that fell on deaf ears *sigh*
Once I became a full time stay at home Mum I misplaced my rod, chucked the bait, and requested that all tackle be kept from view. But I was happy on the break from
fishing my career until the phone calls from the recruitment consultant started.
This morning when I awoke, I was still feeling a little tired, and the kids were acting a little wired. To take the edge off, I sprinkled a little hash on top of their Weetabix and I snorted a line of cocaine.
Once breakfast was complete, with the kids chilled out and me pumped up and ready to go, we got to work. The 6 year old got to work cleaning the gun cupboard while I paid the pimp and said goodbye to the whores who had entertained myself and the husband so pleasurably last night. Continue reading
I wish I was Charlie. I wish I was brave, and fun, and witty, and wise. I wish I had a talent, a skill, and the vision to put that gift towards defending the values that make life worth living. But how can I be Charlie? I can’t even draw, And I’m scared. I don’t want to be scared. I want to be Charlie. Continue reading
We chatted about schools and Scotland and ourselves (imagine that!) and, obviously, the kids.
One of her little boys is going through a tricky phase. He is constantly pushing the boundaries, trying to break away by, literally, running away from the family. Continue reading