The Day After We Finally Held Our Girl

Sunday, 27th June 2021 Angry When I wrote in my last post about Timi getting in trouble at school first because he was snarly with his friends and then because he was rude to his teacher, I kind of implied that she, Miss Teacher, was picking on him. That he, my golden boy, couldn’t possibly…

The Day I Got Comfortable

Saturday, 19th June 2021 The first day On Thursday last week, I finished my work and floated away from my desk. It had been a good workday. Each of the tasks I had been given, I executed excellently and was rewarded with incredibly positive feedback. Apparently, I was “professional and conscientious” and had “a keen…

The Day That Ended the Year

31st December 2020 ‘Twas Two Nights Before Christmas… …give or take twelve hours, and leaving Timi and Tomi with Lu, I wrestled Temi into a jacket and headed to Specsavers. You remember that the ophthalmologist had let us know that he needs glasses. You also recall my beeline to hysteria over my baby’s blindness. Well,…

The Day We Got the Test Result

Monday, 7th December 2020 A mum keeping mum So, while fundamentally, Lu and I agree on the success outcomes of discipline, we are on completely opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to implementation. He believes in the good-old-tried-and-tested-stick-with-what-you-know methods we both know so well. Me? I believe in retesting the tried and tested.…

The Day He Found A Group

Sunday, 22nd November Skip to my—Phew! That could’ve been bad pun. Last Saturday, in the morning, while out for a walk, I started skipping. Not the sort of skipping that requires a rope. No, I skipped down the road—like an inhibition-free pikin. I say I was out for a ‘walk’, but if that conjures up…