The nut doesn’t fall far from the squirrel.
You are either here due to an offbeat sense of humour, a fellow mom-in-arms or you’re mad about squirrels. For the first two, great we’ll have some fun, the last one …regrettably I know next to nothing about squirrels so please move along.
I am Chief Squirrel. A forty something, revoltingly happy, carrying a few extra pounds, home educating mom of many.
List of people who will feature:
Deputy Squirrel (aka my wonderful husband);
Golden Squirrel (aka my eldest son, 19, brilliant, compassionate and unnaturally good at almost everything);
Pink Squirrel (aka my teen daughter, who after looking at her brothers example, decided that she had other plans);
Junior Squirrel (aka my 9 year old son, wearing size 13-14, sporty, educationally gifted but as lazy as hell);
Baby Squirrel (aka my youngest, a slightly ginger addition, sent late in life to remind me that this parenting thing is bloody hard work!);
Granddad Squirrel (my Dad whom I adore, lives with us and is getting older by the day);
Foster squirrel/s (aka anyone sharing our home at any point);
Cottage Squirrels (those who we educate with day after day);
Anyone else will be introduced on a need to know basis.
My views are mine and mine alone. Feel free to argue, voice your disapproval or leave. If you stay however, I hope we can walk together along this bumpy path known as life, hopefully laughing as we mess up together.
First post tomorrow. x x x