
For me, the Covid pandemic started on Thursday March 12 last year. One year ago, today. And, boy, what a ride it’s been.
For me, the Covid pandemic started on Thursday March 12 last year. One year ago, today. And, boy, what a ride it’s been.
Last Month, preparations for a gender reveal party, featuring a cannon, killed a father-to-be on the US east coast. Last year, another party started a forest fire in California. I can only say: what the f*ck?
Today is Friday. Friday is my part-time day. Yes, I’m confident enough to admit I only work four days a week (on my day job). Actually, I think nobody should work five days a week; life’s too short to be stuck doing just one thing most of the time, which you might even hate. Let’s talk about part-time working.
Having a child has taught me a lot about myself, and the large rainbow range of emotions that I did not always know I had. I guess that’s both the pro and the con of being a parent.
This week, my daughter had her first swimming lesson. A quarter of the Netherlands is below sea level, and another quarter is prone to flooding by river. As a result, learning to swim is part of our culture. Still, when my four-year-old said ‘I can swim already, and I want to dive in the deep pool’ right before her first lesson, I found myself slightly worried.