I tend to be a wee bit foul-mouthed while driving. And rash people on two-wheelers annoy the crap out of me! They try to squeeze through miniscule spaces a dog would hesitate to pass through, just so they can be first in line or be the first off the starting line with the rest of … Continue reading With Divine Sanction
In the paraphrased words of Dolly Parton- I stumbled out of bed and tumbled to the kitchen and to pour my self a cup of salvation...and stopped still. There was a small rat on my dining table!! I was still sleepy and did not have my wits about me so I swayed in one place … Continue reading Palpitations On A Saturday Morning
I type this out, with the middle finger of my left hand raised and ostensibly flipping off the world at large. But that's not so. I'm not that angsty. Or am I? A few days ago I tried to save a silly glass from toppling over in the wind. The wind was gusty and the … Continue reading A Forced Hiatus
I wrote this post on a Word doc years ago and didn't get around to publishing it. Discovered it today and publishing it because it's still relevant and I'm still fighting for my space on the bed!" Travails of Sleepytime Many of us sleep alone at nights. And they are the lucky ones. The ones … Continue reading A Post From The Past
I'm an only child. That was by design. I am used to space. I love space. Not the ones with galaxies and monkeys in the cube (cue theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey). But spaaaace. I have one child. One husband. That too is by design. Too much of a good thing and your … Continue reading Serenity NOW!!
I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud … Continue reading The Flip Side To Classical Conditioning…
When I woke up with a weight on my chest this morning and realized it was my kid’s heel on my sternum, it led to yet another epiphany. Life’s like The Wizard Of Oz (hold the Wonderful). Dealing with kids often morphs us (read me all the way through) into the Wicked Witch of the … Continue reading Why Life’s Like The Wizard Of Oz