Time is passing too quickly. It feels like the egg white that slipped through my fingers and fell on the floor while I tried to make an omelette. It happened so fast and somehow small pieces of shell still made it into the whisking bowl. It’s hard to get a grip on time. There’s been … More Time feels like the egg white that slipped through my fingers
My baby girl was born five months ago, but I wasn’t able to write about it until now. This blog post explains why… … More Why I couldn’t write until now about my baby girl’s arrival
I’ve mentioned before on the Wannabe Supermaman blog about how Super Homme and I met. It was quite by chance through a French dating website, not long after we’d both come out of miserable marriages. The way we felt about each other, and so quickly, just blew us away. We still can’t believe our luck. We … More Wannabe Supermaman blog featured in Woman & Home magazine
About six weeks ago a local mum told me that her nearly four-year-old had started saying “caca” and “pipi”. These are words used to describe “poo” and “pee” to kids. She said that he was now saying them in response to everything she asked, from whether he wanted a drink to what story he wanted her … More Surprised by my three-year-old’s first swear word
“Prend the little road, mummy, pas the other one,” said back-seat-boy Super PG this morning, urging me to take the road that curls around the playground and descends into the chaos of the school gates. I habitually used to take a different route into the mouth of the morning madness, but now, mainly because it … More The anxious world of motherhood: Five ways I (almost) wipe out my worst-case scenario worries
I am now officially halfway through my pregnancy. “Hooray!” read the Baby Center app. “Celebrate by splurging on a pedicure, a pregnancy massage with essential oils, or a new outfit that shows off your bump.” Okay, then. Not sure who this wildly-off-course message could be for, but it isn’t me. It’s banking on a lot … More Why do I feel as though I have to justify this “third child” pregnancy?
On Monday Super PG went back to school after two weeks at holiday club (the “Accueils de Loisirs”) for the winter holidays. He enjoys it here because he gets to play with some of his friends every day, but he told me that he prefers school as he will see all of his friends there. One … More How I’m trying to build confidence in my three year old
Super H and I met for the first time on 20 September 2010. We were newly single, going through divorce, childless, and had both been in toxic marriages. We met purely by luck, a technical glitch, I’d say. But from that day onwards our worlds changed. It was soulmates at first sight and, genuinely, a … More How is this story going to end?
I wanted to take a few minutes today to record in this blog how impressed and relieved I have felt with the way our local school handled the aftermath of the Paris Attacks. I was worried about what Super PG might pick up on at school on Monday, after such a painful and appalling weekend, as … More How our local school reacted to the Paris Attacks
“Hmm, she’s not going to stop crying,” said the photographer. “Can mummy be in the photograph too?” It was the moment I had been dreading. Yet, unfortunately, one that I had not given much thought to before leaving for crèche and school this morning. “Photographer – crèche – 8.15am” had been buzzing an alert on … More A picture-perfect morning until the photographs arrive