This morning my 8-year-old daughter was sitting hugging her knees to her chest, refusing to eat breakfast, with a scowl on her face and a very rigid little body filled with anger. It was cold, dark and we were all grumpy. It was so tempting to lose my temper as
From having my wrists bound and made prisoner in one room in my house by my 5 year old to playing Kitty Kitty where the cats (both my children) were stuck inside the house because of the alarm beams (cotton and sticky tape around the bunk bed), it does not
I’m three months and a bit in on this second-time parenting journey and things have really started to get difficult. For one thing I cannot find a moment to sit down to write anything with both children needing me ALL THE TIME and when they don’t need me the call
