Raising Feminists #3
I got the reading chair I’ve been dreaming of for ages ; you can’t tell from the photo, but I am very happy here. This will be my little corner of cosy for the autumn/winter. Absolutely no small people to be allowed on it for any purpose , particularly not with either food or felt tips in their possession.
I haven’t been here.
The ups and downs of parenting. After the downs of last week ( and last night , oof ) today we went for a walk . Smallest decided it was too far for her , so she and Daddy turned back whilst Jake and I continued. It was really lovely walking in the sun by the sea with my boy , talking about cruise ships , gravity, sea levels rising and , of course, Fortnite. Now, how to bottle that feeling ?
What to do when school holidays are eight weeks long and you only get twenty days annual leave ? What to do when most summer camps run 10-2 and you work 9-5? What to do when it hits home that despite doing better at school, some environments are just too much for your child with ASD? When you realize that for all the talk of Autism Awareness , there is very little in the way of Autism Understanding or Autism Support? What to do when you know that , essentially, you are one of the lucky ones with a relatively flexible job and a supportive family and you are *still* worn out and overwhelmed? What to do ? Keep on keeping on.
#currentlyreading on my lunch break, and it’s every bit as good as its reviews. Follow the advice of Anne Enright on the blurb ‘ Do not read this book in public: it will make you cry.’ At the very least , if you do read in public, have your sunnies on. #booksaremybag
She lets go.
How come when you’re on holidays even laundry hanging out the window looks pretty. Not sure it would have the same impact here.
I have to laugh at this picture because it looks so posed and so blatantly not really like me. But it’s so Instagram. When we were away I saw loads of women posing for pics ; I saw a woman taking a staged bite out of an apple with the cliffs falling away to the ocean behind her. I saw a woman sitting precariously on a wall with a sharp fall down to the beach, legs tensed to accentuate her muscles. And do you know what? I thought it was totally fabulous. These women saying “ look at me.” “ Look at me enjoying my life and looking like my best self.” Sure , how could you argue with that ?
I don’t know what it is about sun holidays , but I find myself overwhelmed with nostalgia. This poem isn’t about anyone in particular, rather it’s about all the holidays and memories and people of summers gone by. #instapoem #nostalgia #summer