Enjoy the first few of those #18summers, because of there will be summers with teens Continue reading Warning: #18summers includes multiple summers with a teen
Teenagers can be fun. Especially when they mess up. Continue reading Bad choices make good stories, or how my 13 year old son bought a yacht.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that renovating a house without DIY skills is so much easier than parenting a gifted kid. It’s just that… I don’t know. I don’t know how to motivate him. I don’t know how to help him. I don’t know how to create that environment where he feels safe enough to fail. And I’m racking my brain why. Why? WHY? Why does he shut himself off from school, from people? Why is he so afraid to show himself and try? My gifted kid still hates school. He still thinks he should know … Continue reading Those kids, eh!
If you don’t service me, I will serve you. Continue reading Are you being served?
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that being gifted doesn’t mean you’re good at studying. Continue reading Why my gifted kid sucks at studying
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that our new window is beautiful but unsatisfying. I Apparently, my right side can be a different right if the window guy writes its down. To be short: the sliding door in … Continue reading If we were having coffee – beautiful but unsatifying
If we were having coffee, I would tell you we had a really rough week with our remodel.
Continue reading If we were having coffee – remodeling rant continued and accepting my imperfections
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how happy bathroom fixures can make a remodeling girl. Continue reading If we were having coffee – remodeling rant, cry babies and Michelle
My failure is that I can’t cope with making mistakes. That is why I want my kids to fail. Slummy Single Mummy wrote a blog post on how exactly I would feel when making mistakes. Wanna know I feel? Check … Continue reading A reminder that everyone makes mistakes
If we were having coffee, I’d share my thoughts on the importance of failure. Continue reading Why I want my kids to fail