I went for a run today, and I ended up running further than I had planned. I had set the time on my phone and I had a feeling when I was about halfway through, that I was going to end my run much further from home than I had expected. The trouble was that I knew that I’d be tired and I wouldn’t be able to run all the way home–which was quite a way. But there wasn’t a choice, of course. How else was I going to get home?! I’d run as far as I could, and then I’d walk.
Before First Offspring was born, I read. A lot. All about babies. Having sat many an exam, I guess I treated the pregnancy and impending child-rearing like a test, and studied accordingly. I learnt about all different parenting techniques, and weighed up the pros and cons of routines, attachment, co-sleeping, vaccinations… really, everything. And one of the philosophies was that the word ‘no’ was an unhelpful word, to be avoided, if possible.
Telling your children ‘no’ sends a message of negativity, and is irritating to both you and them. And it can ‘breed resentment and plant seeds for future rebellion’ in your youngsters.
‘That sounds fair,’ thought yet-to-be-a-parent I. ‘I like the idea of being a positive parent. I’ll make an effort to say ‘no’ less. All that negativity is unhealthy, anyway.’
Much cause, in fact. When I was in town the other day, I discovered that there is an Indian grocery store coming to one of the shopping centres. I cannot wait to investigate. Yum, Indian food! Spices and chapati and curry mixes and interesting sweets! I’ll be sure to let you know what I think when it opens.
The other thing which is exciting is that I’ve put up a website for my editing business, which I’m starting up. I’m expecting mostly local people to contact me, but of course, if you (or others you know) are interested, feel free to get in touch! That link up there on the right hand side—that’s me. I’ve ordered business cards. How ridiculously mature of me.
I also have another exciting announcement, but that deserves a post of its own. WATCH THIS SPACE.
Now, on with the links! You get an extra one this week because I missed last week. See how I’m looking out for you?
Sometimes, when there is a particularly emotive issue making the rounds in the news and social media, I find it hard to write about it. Last night, I reblogged my post from last year, because I thought it was relevant, but also because I wanted to say something about the flood of refugees and their treatment, and I didn’t think I had the ability to write coherently, given how difficult I found it to see some of these pictures, and how easily I could imagine myself in the same situation.
I’m sorry about that. Somehow I got insanely busy with children, work, cats, and winter colds. Oh, and lighting fires (in the fireplace, in case you’re wondering), and trying to get the washing dry. But here I am, back again, with your regular Sunday links, so now you can relax! I’ve relaxed for long enough this morning; I’m about to wash the sheets and bake some chocolate chip biscuits.
Enjoy your Sunday!
I’m cheating a little, by using ‘Easter’ in my title, so that I can use another ‘E’ word. In fact, this post has nothing to do with Easter, other than it’s on Easter Sunday. So far I’m limiting everyone’s chocolate but they’ve probably already had more this morning than they usually have in a week, and combined with too little sleep, we’re up for an interesting day. By interesting, I mean a few meltdowns and tantrums. I also (somewhat unwisely?) chose this weekend to begin toilet training in earnest with Fourth Offspring. What was I thinking?!
I see many mugs of tea in my future.
Have a contented Sunday, everyone!
I made hot cross buns for the first time this week and it was AWESOME. I can highly recommend making them yourself, especially if your household is anything like mine in which a half-dozen buns disappear in one sitting. And it’s wonderfully appropriate weather for hot cross buns, too — cool and rainy.
I’m off to a birthday party with Third and Fourth Offspring this morning, so while I’m eating cake, please enjoy the links!
Oh, Sunday. Where did the week go? It seems like all I’ve been doing is dropping children at various schools and daycare – which has had its advantages, don’t get me wrong. I had grand plans of completing a good chunk of my novel this week. Instead, I discovered head lice on Fourth Offspring and have been combing them out of everyone’s hair ever since. Joy.
Anyway, it’s a beautiful day, and my plans include going for a run and baking chocolate chip biscuits. Happy day!
These titles are getting to be a bit of a stretch, aren’t they? Haha.
It’s been a hot week for us here in Western Australia. Apparently the north of the state missed out on their hottest day since records began by just 0.2 of a degree. I’m sure the people living there felt the difference! Even here on the south coast it was warmer than usual. I wonder what it will be like in five or ten years, when we’ve completely changed our approach to global warming and are all on renewable, sustainable energy? (Well, I can dream, can’t I?)
Hope your Sunday is an interesting one – I’m off to have a cup of tea and a piece of banana-berry-bread with the Handsome Sidekick!
Here’s the thing about world wars: they’re big. I’m not entirely sure how much of the world needs to be involved for it to be called a ‘world war’, but I’m guessing several countries, at least. Or perhaps we just don’t call them world wars anymore, because the conflicts bleed into each other and we can’t really tell when one ends and another begins. Troops are sent from international peacekeeping forces and countries are involved in a financial and supportive role, choosing a side which seems to make the right (strategic) sense at the time.
I bring up world wars because recently, on World Refugee Day, the UNHRC announced that the number of displaced persons worldwide had reached 51.2 million people. The number in itself is staggering; what’s more astounding is that this number is the highest since World War II.