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Watching friends buy houses used to make me sick. Not sick as in I disapprove of your life choices, but sick as in nauseous, anxious and a bit fuzzy in the head. As perpetual renters, I would wonder what we did wrong, why we could never get our act together...
Read moreIt’s that time of year where women like me (and their long-suffering husbands) watch You’ve Got Mail and sigh for 90 minutes straight. We buy bouquets of pencils and take back to school pictures and meet the teachers. We start drinking Pumpkin Spiced Lattes (I've had two this week) and lighting our Pumpkin Spiced Candles and searching for Pumpkin Spiced Everything on the internet.
It’s a magical time of winds changing and fresh starts and all the glorious autumnal things that make suffering through summer worth it.
(Or if you’re in Ireland, “suffering” through the three weeks of summer in July, which isn’t really suffering because it’s windy and in the high 70s and you’re 20 minutes from frolicking at the beach or the mountains or the country, so when Autumn actually comes you’re surprised because you haven’t sweated through your skinny jeans yet. But I digress.)
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So now you know our big secret, that we kind of* subscribe to an Equally Shared Parenting method of life, work and family. Last time I talked about how we aren't so big on traditional gender roles (though I've recently taken on more cooking responsibilities, which has resulted in, shall we say, a minor existential crisis), but today I want to talk about how we parent the brilliant little people.
*I say "kind of" because we're still learning and growing and I'm not meaning this as a specific endorsement of ESP
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