So, yoga for kids.. a bit Birkenstock and Boden? Only for children who eat olives and read Swallows and Amazons – not really for nugget eating, DSi tapping, I’ll-wait-for-the-movie youngsters? Then there I am on a mat in a front room curled into a ball while my 10-year-old son drapes himself over my back. We […]
My name is mummy… please use it
Mum, love, mummy, guapa (though not recently), Nell, madam, honey, Mrs Panther, wife, lady, Ms Arnison, boss, Ellie, mama, Ellen Mary, hen, Auntie Ellen, babe and, sometimes, simply Ellen. These are just a few of the things I’ve answered to over the years. And having a name as apparently complicated as Ellen, I’ve also been […]
The one with art, school dinners and sharp teeth
What I’m worrying about today
Fret, fret, bother, bother, sigh, fidget.Here I am. worrying. What? No nothing special, or unusual.I seem to be going through a little phase of self-discovery, or navel gazing because it’s less effort than digging the next-size-up car seat out from under the stairs.In any case, I realise I spend a lot of internal dialogue time […]
Noise abatement and a terror attack
Things I’ve learned from my children today. The volume needs to be turned down. I’ve been offered the chance to do a bit of extra work somewhere new and I’m very excited about it. During the process of all the necessary sorting out to free myself to get there, I thought I’d organised out another […]