I’m well and truly accustomed to being out mothered by my peers. I’m often the only mother running in late with crumbs on my shirt, bogies on my pants and two kids eating their breakfast –...
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Our favourite crumby mummy tells how not to raise kids in the capital. I have a police report in my hand that says the minor fender bender I was in this morning was my fault, but I don’t think...
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Our favourite crumby mummy tells how not to raise kids in the capital. For a lot of reasons, it’s hard to find a hair dresser in Abu Dhabi that won’t make me cry. Too often stylists won’t...
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Our favourite crumby mummy tells how not to raise kids in the capital. When I was a teenager, I had visions of bearing a daughter: I always thought I would have a girl, in the same way I thought I...
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Our favourite crumby mummy tells how not to raise kids in the capital. I shouldn’t complain about my stomach, I really shouldn’t. I managed two pregnancies without any stretch marks or...
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Recently, when my husband was out of the city on business, I kept myself occupied in the evenings with a book by one of my favourite authors, Stephen King. As usual, each night I read until I was too...
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No matter how articulate your children are, there’s going to be at least some level of language barrier between them and the adult world until they really master the art of speaking in school. Or...
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For some reason I don’t fully understand, the concept of the drive-through has gone largely overlooked in Abu Dhabi. There are certainly enough children and cars – perhaps I’m the only mother...
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Many say that once you move away from your homeland, you can’t go home again, but since moving to Abu Dhabi I can’t really see any reason why I should. I moved half way around the world to meet a...
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For all the mistakes I make as a mother, I really have no good excuse. My own mother was a legendary parent; she baked pies with handmade crust, she sewed clothes not just for my sisters and me but...
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