The One Where I Talk To A Life Coach (and no, it isn’t at all what your brain just thought)
So this was the third in the series of coaching sessions from E.On – and this time I was to Talk To A Life Coach. I know – my brain wobbled too when I heard that bit. I immediately had visions of repeating woolly mantras, learning to smile in the face of adversity, repeating life-affirming phrases at myself in the mirror… But I’ve had two of these coaching sessions from experts now. And each time I’ve had...
The One Where I Speak To The Personal Trainer. *Meep*
As I said after I spoke to the Parenting coach, when E.ON got in touch recently to see if I’d like to take part in an exciting new project they’re running, I jumped at the chance. They have teamed up with a few bloggers to try out specific coaching sessions on Energy, Lifestyle, Parenting and Nutrition/Fitness. Focused on helping people use ‘no more than they need’, they’re looking at helping people to take a look at all aspects of...
The one where I speak to the Parenting Coach
I’m allegedly a grown up now. That’s what they say. Sometimes, I look around and see the house, the four children, the 20-year-old marriage, the business, the bank balance (okay, so the bank balance is still waiting to mature into something resembling a grown-up’s space)… and I realise that no one else has cottoned on to the fact that I’m just… me. Masquerading in grown-ups shoes, for sure, but...
Childhood CFS – M.E. in children for Awareness Week.
We don’t do much serious spouting here on LittleStuff, but what’s the point of owning a web site with thousands of visitors if I don’t actually use it occasionally, huh? So. It’s M.E. Awareness Week this week. I’m far too busy to be anything like a proper, proactive fundraiser and go bake cakes or shave heads or something. So instead, I’ll do what I do best. I’ll ramble on a bit, and tell you...
The Four, The Laundry, The Life… In Which I Am A Bona Fide Rescue Hero.
Rather a long time ago now, I began a regular column right here on LittleStuff – ‘The Four, the Laundry, The Life…’, a weekly chunter about anything I fancied, really, your usual mumblings about life in a busy house with four children and two businesses to run. But as so often happens The Other Stuff got a bit in the way, and the column took a back seat. However, tired of the incessant nagging from Certain...
The Four, the Laundry The Life… “I’ll never be a Proper Mum”
I read this article in the Guardian this morning two days ago (see? If I was a Proper Mum this post wouldn’t have been sitting as a draft for two days) sighing and nodding and feeling slightly cheered. So – apparently it’s not just me then? See, I don’t really mention this stuff much. My friends know me well. And I’m sure the teachers at school are fully aware that I’m a mother who rarely brushes...