tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post826664699959042383..comments2024-03-02T18:40:42.922+00:00Comments on Adventures of a Middle-Aged Matron: Self-Confidence and How to Lose ItAdventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-47760311964238329282013-11-28T22:10:35.114+00:002013-11-28T22:10:35.114+00:00Oh dear, that made my laugh. I'm so grateful t...Oh dear, that made my laugh. I'm so grateful that I'm going through the tween years with my boys before my daughter! SarahMummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04103870858666628645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-69710260823491005962013-11-28T21:14:20.566+00:002013-11-28T21:14:20.566+00:00Howling with laughter at this. Even though she is ...Howling with laughter at this. Even though she is only three, my child has a similar way with words: "What's that hair Mummy? You need to shave." and "I like your chin Mummy, it's nice and wobbly here" being just two recent classics. Mollyhttp://www.mothersalwaysright.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-62406973849861362262013-11-27T08:36:23.052+00:002013-11-27T08:36:23.052+00:00I fear you have embarked on a losing battle. But I...I fear you have embarked on a losing battle. But I'm sure that in years to come you will laugh together about that red beret and clashing scarf. Or at least she will anyway..Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16346951374357324691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-37572014144139878572013-11-26T20:45:58.544+00:002013-11-26T20:45:58.544+00:00I apologise cravenly to strangers who cross me but...I apologise cravenly to strangers who cross me but not to my own flesh and blood!Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-46083649277230068012013-11-26T20:33:34.280+00:002013-11-26T20:33:34.280+00:00I am Canadian. Apparently, (according to our US ne...I am Canadian. Apparently, (according to our US neighbours) we are guilty of being too mannerly and apologise even when it's not necessary! That's my excuse.Susan Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08927510141588044564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-77844158782300627942013-11-26T16:50:51.318+00:002013-11-26T16:50:51.318+00:00As far as I know I was always a biddable child. In...As far as I know I was always a biddable child. In fact my mother longed - and still longs - for me to break out and live wild in a micro mini.Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-4849386918386324162013-11-26T16:28:35.161+00:002013-11-26T16:28:35.161+00:00Were you horrible to your mother? Is this retribut...Were you horrible to your mother? Is this retribution? I think we need a post on this subject.Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-63801283609067616092013-11-26T16:25:56.590+00:002013-11-26T16:25:56.590+00:00I think you should found a charity for Abused Moth...I think you should found a charity for Abused Mothers. I'm sure there's some Lottery funding out there you could tap into. Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-35008387592183826182013-11-26T15:19:37.188+00:002013-11-26T15:19:37.188+00:00I probably don't say sorry enough - or even at...I probably don't say sorry enough - or even at all. And I don't make the 11yo say it enough either so nothing is ever fully resolved. Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-76602614624392499802013-11-26T15:11:49.424+00:002013-11-26T15:11:49.424+00:00Great post! I constantly find I'm apologising ...Great post! I constantly find I'm apologising to my son, for whatever unintentional deed or comment sent into a tail spin. Which in turn makes me feel humiliated. Then he states you always say you're sorry, but you need to mean it!? Susan Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08927510141588044564noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-81639290512733716162013-11-26T13:51:56.716+00:002013-11-26T13:51:56.716+00:00I'm sorry to say I find that a comfort!I'm sorry to say I find that a comfort!Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-58001594219456570582013-11-26T13:51:18.269+00:002013-11-26T13:51:18.269+00:00I wish you were at our school gate where everyone ...I wish you were at our school gate where everyone else is groomed and coiffed. The 11yo didn't want to be seen with me today because I looked 'skanky'. I also wish I had a good looking dentist!<br />Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-66170692409373184572013-11-26T13:39:34.493+00:002013-11-26T13:39:34.493+00:00My daughter actually refused a McDonalds as a trea...My daughter actually refused a McDonalds as a treat for getting her braces off because she was afraid there may be people she knew in there and she didn't want to be seen with me ...Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04402703967636964187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-9051279486345806472013-11-26T10:12:29.079+00:002013-11-26T10:12:29.079+00:00I took my 10yo daughter to the dentist this mornin...I took my 10yo daughter to the dentist this morning, without drying my hair first. So I walked in wearing a ridiculously oldfashioned wooly hat, no make-up on and dripping wet hair. It wasn't so much my embarassed daughter (I deal with that on a daily basis), but the perfectly groomed dentist (at least fifteen years younger than me) that made me feel like an old hag. Gosh when did doctors, dentists, orthodontist all become so young and good looking???Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02620252378313057614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-69275016613111458092013-11-26T09:26:20.166+00:002013-11-26T09:26:20.166+00:00You do? I'm not sure I can bear knowing.You do? I'm not sure I can bear knowing.Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-61829246504635761822013-11-25T23:08:27.024+00:002013-11-25T23:08:27.024+00:00They say the road to hell is paved with those good...They say the road to hell is paved with those good intentions and I know exactly what that means!Older Single Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16752771952921898184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-35855590634507445792013-11-25T19:09:13.647+00:002013-11-25T19:09:13.647+00:00Now you mention it, my kids have so far escaped a ...Now you mention it, my kids have so far escaped a brush with the law, so yes, there's a reason to feel cocky!Adventures of a Middle-aged Matronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11225267175732836348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5973086892150124148.post-11117869008167802052013-11-25T18:33:44.718+00:002013-11-25T18:33:44.718+00:00On a bad day, certainly my children make me feel b...On a bad day, certainly my children make me feel better, which boosts my confidence. I am happy that all our children chose higher education (one has just graduated) vs jail, okay they weren't at any time close to going to jail, but it still makes me feel better to think about it.AlwaysARedheadhttp://www.alwaysaredhead.comnoreply@blogger.com