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Poolside Battles A few tears today. It’s our last day and I’m ok with that. River has reached his holiday limit and, if I’m honest, I think we all have. We could probably do with seeing some different faces. After River point blank refusing to go anywhere near the pool all week, yesterday I put… Read more
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Escaping January We escaped the cold and the rain and jetted off to the Canary Islands for half-term. The thought of finishing work only to spend a week planning activities, walking to them in the rain while Kike worked, just made me miserable. Why are we waiting for summer to go on holiday? I actually… Read more
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On Getting Better (and Thinking More) I am all better after my flare, it took about a week, as usual. As if on cue, Kike and the kids both came down with fevers and flu, so maybe it was simply that time where one body goes down and the rest follow. We seem to take… Read more
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January’s hard, isn’t it? The mornings all start the same. Knocking from River, followed by the inevitable:“MUMMY.” There’s no point setting an alarm. I lie there thinking it can’t possibly be morning, it’s pitch black, but of course it is. I check my phone. He’s right. Up I get. Dragging Summer out of bed feels… Read more
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Pyjama Days and First Weeks Back Another pyjama day and honestly, this might become a regular Saturday thing. The kids are having the best day. River loves not getting dressed. The heating is on high, the TV hasn’t been off and we’ve had loads of snacks and cuddles. Sometimes this is exactly what we all… Read more
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It’s the day before we go back.Back to routine. Back to work, school, nursery.Back to after-school clubs, figuring out dinner, birthday parties at the weekend.Back to reality. It’s been a good Christmas because we didn’t do it. The second part of the week has been more challenging. River being out of routine is a bit… Read more
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So it’s that time of year when we’re all encouraged, or forced to reflect on the last twelve months. Spotify Wrapped, Instagram reels, Facebook memories. All quietly reminding us what 2025 held, for better or worse. I asked my lot what they wanted to achieve in 2026. Kike said, “Make money.” (Always.)Summer said, “Eat more,”… Read more
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The last day was fairly muted. River had decided he wanted to go home and spent most of it saying “bye bye holiday.” We went to the playground where he fell off the zip wire, spectacularly. I felt awful for laughing once I realised he’d genuinely hurt his knee. There was a brief attempt at… Read more
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It’s 5pm on Christmas Day and I’m back at the playground, listening to Disney tracks in Spanish. So much for a traditional Christmas. I woke up at 4am and put a few little presents at the end of each of their beds. I was awake again by 7, convinced Summer must be up but no.8.30am,… Read more
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This blog post feels muddled because it is muddled. It was written over a few days, in snatched moments, and honestly that mirrors how my head has felt. The hotel is huge, a maze of elevators, tunnels and dark pockets of fake volcanic rock. It’s built into a castle, which sounds magical, but mostly means… Read more
50 days of River 