Where time goes
Sometimes I wonder where time goes. I wake up and see myself with 2 weeks to go back to London
Sometimes I wonder where time goes. I wake up and see myself with 2 weeks to go back to London
Taking a break is most of the time not really a break. You fit on a schedule, you try to please everyone, you can’t face no guilt.
After we decided to give Little Girl C an allowance, it was unclear what the next steps would be. Now, we had our large item purchase.
14 days to go till end of year. 9 trading days to be precise. 3 days of work left for me. Last real weekend finished. Why is Christmas so hard?
As Baby S is back on antibiotics, my world stops spinning. I can’t think of nothing else. It would not be honest of me to do that.
Guilt is not a thing of the past. No matter how much men lean in, women emancipate, different models of marriage appear, guilt is permanent.
It is only when they truly lean in some tasks that are truly indifferent to be done by men or women that then we will have equal opportunities to spend time doing what we love – whether that includes the kids or not.
As I started giving my 5 year old an allowance, we used her first shopping spree as a lesson on financial concepts, financial choices and the value of money
Last week, I shared a few thoughts of when life and work collide. Little did I know that I would