Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I just read this article online. I had to express myself. My first reaction was a knee-jerk and rather annoyed one. However, my second reaction was more controlled and contemplative. My child is neurodivergent. But that's not all that he's about. He's an eye-rolling, shaggy-haired teen. He was the most beeyootiful baby in the whole... Continue Reading →
The family was playing Pictionary before dinner last night. TO decided to choose the Super Hard mode for generating the challenges. I mention this beforehand so there will be moderately less judging about why I gave the answer I did. TO was furiously drawing scenes of battle etc on the board and I in my... Continue Reading →
Someone once told me that there's often sarcasm in my blog posts. It's disguised as tongue-in-cheek humor directed at my child. And my response to that is a resounding," You bet!". Parenting is hard enough. Blowing off steam in healthy ways makes blogging fairly benign in the scope of things. Apparently wishing to dump your... Continue Reading →
This year too, seems to have flown by. We've had all sorts of experiences by turn- happy, sad, meh and pretty much all the emojis have had a chance to be centerstage...even the poopy one. And oh the realizations! I can honestly say it's been chockfull of everything and then some. We've grown a bit... Continue Reading →
My kid's teenage years are kicking my heiney!* I was smarter as a teen than I am as a middle-aged mother of one. Primarily because I kept the eye rolling to a minimum and the simian grunts to a fairly non-existent level. I had to since my mother was handy with her spatulas and my... Continue Reading →
Mona Lisa a la Wassily Kandinsky Mona Lisa a la Jamini Roy Mona Lisa a la Salvador Dali Mona Lisa a la Jackson Pollock Mona Lisa a la Edvard Munch Mona Lisa a la Andy Warhol Mona Lisa a la Vincent Van Gogh
Last night I'd asked TO to do one of his usual chores and he did; while holding firmly onto the tv remote. And I, being a person to *never* let a snarky quip pass me by, told him that once he grew up and if he had kids, would have to eventually put the remote... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 