Pandemic Diary #3

Saturday So last week was a bit of a downer, right? (Ok. Understatement. Intensely down!) So today, I am determined that there shall be joy. We go to the woods, the kids progress on their bikes, they play firefighters on the climbing frame (too cute!); there is much joy and much laughter and all with…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 10

Saturday Today we’re travelling to Thailand at the Eldest’s request, and I’ll tell you for why… Now, let me tell you about Batavia… Way back in 2003, my then-brand-new forever-friend and I (let’s just go ahead and call her Harlett O’Farta , shall we?!) lived and volunteered in Malaysia. We ventured up to Thailand during…

Diary of a Lockdown: Week 2

Saturday, March 30th… Enjoy a long-scheduled brunch with friends over Zoom, during which we feed the kids approximately 2 dozen Hot Cross Buns to sit still and chat. Still, it’s good to talk! Saturday nights are pizza and movie nights in our house and, by some miracle, we have managed to find tomato-based sauce for…

Diary of a Lockdown (Week 1)

    That Thursday, 2 weeks ago… Realise that the schools are closing tomorrow. Do the Middle-Class-Parent version of panic buying and spend an obscene amount of money playing craft-supply-sweep at The Range. Also have the pandemic version of a parental panic, as neither preschool child will stay contained in the trolley; both climb out,…

Out of the Hole

A couple of months back I was at a conference for church family workers and volunteers, attending a seminar about Perinatal Mental Health. During the seminar, the speaker showed this video by Brenee Brown, explaining the difference between Sympathy and Empathy. In it, a little fox is alone in a dark hole. An empathetic bear…

Head Space for Head Cases

“Come and have a drink with us!” She shouts merrily from the kitchen. I put my keys down and glance at the clock. It’s half past nine. I’m tired, of course, but the wine and the crisps look particularly inviting and so I decide, despite my better judgement, that it’s worth the risk. Error. Before…

The Friendship Factor

Right before we left residential college, our spouses group enjoyed an away day with a guest speaker; a lovely lady who had been married to a Vicar for a long, long time and had come to share her anecdotal wisdom. Whilst useful in parts, the main thing that stuck with me about this interview, however,…

Ecclesiastically Speaking…

Two are better off than one, because two have four knees between them. And four knees between three kids feels like alot of knees. Which is nice. Two are better off than one, because if Three and Four start fighting, then we can just divide and conquer. Two are better off than one because One…

Also Smashing

There are many side-effects to being a clergy spouse. Some are perks, some downsides, and some entirely dependent on the situation. For example, one side effect I’ve discovered this week is that people can, rather mistakenly, believe you to be the All-Knowing Oracle when it comes to all things Church. On Monday, for example, this common…

Smashing

A few years ago I wrote a deeply personal testimony about the significance of Ash Wednesday. Because sometimes I write deeply personal and significant things. This is not one of those times. This… well, this is just another anecdote from a day in the life of a Vicar’s Wife. And I sincerely hope it doesn’t…

Sur-Thriving Church

I remember the big, bold letters catching my eye as I did the obligatory scroll before bedtime. “How to Survive Church with Toddlers!” It claimed. ‘Ooooh!’ Thought I, as I¬†clicked away hungrily. ‘This should be good!’ It wasn’t. “There’s no snacks!” I called to Husband, brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “Ten whole tips on…