Why is it too hard to be my own Superhero? After everything LIFE’s thrown at me I’m still here, still getting up in the morning and still (half) sane!
Are there rules or an etiquette for when you take children in to a coffee shop? Do you think about how to entertain you child when you are having a quiet coffee? What happens when your peaceful cuppa’s disturbed by a rowdy small person?
How do you handle screaming children when it’s you they’re shouting and ranting at? Are there protocols for dealing with someone who has clearly got it into their head that they are already obeying a rule and can’t possibly break it for something you are telling them to do?
Or do you just let it go?
Fight or Flight?
The Grand Dame, Mother Superior, Mum, Mummy, oy you! I’ve lived by any number of names (some of them not particularly nice) and many a time I’ve ignored one or two of them out of a need to stay calm! But by those who know me well I’m more frequently called Claire.