This is going into the category of a bloglet viz it'll be brief. There's a book my husband bought me once the brat started pre-primary...it's called How To Talk So Kids Will Listen And Listen So Kids Will Talk. Since the book did not mention anything about how to talk so husbands will listen and stop leaving … Continue reading How To Talk So Kids Will Listen
Tag: balancing act
What I Learnt From My Kid’s School
Courtesy Facebook's memories I get to know about how and what I was thinking not only on a time a specific time in the past but also how I was feeling. And when I wrote this post I was a bit more of an anxious mother, fretting about my kid's school, academic "career" as it were … Continue reading What I Learnt From My Kid’s School
The Mine Field That Is My House
Getting to and into bed turns into an obstacle course full of adventure in the dark! So what else is new?
The Laundry Bugbear
I can totally understand why certain people cross over to the dark side and embrace OCD. Well, given that we're talking of OCD am guessing the embracing is a compelling act, 'cuse the pun, por favor. So laundry...yeah. It's a necessary evil if you want to wear clean clothes and in case you don't have … Continue reading The Laundry Bugbear
Co-Sleeping…A Parent Reflects
One of the first things I bought when I got pregnant, was a cot for my baby. It was nice, smooth with rounded edges and had teething shields on both the rails. It worked well when the brat was a teeny-tiny infant and it also worked as a mini-prison of sorts during time outs when … Continue reading Co-Sleeping…A Parent Reflects
After School Huffiness
The brat got off the school bus with two holes in the school uniform that hadn't been there when he'd got on the bus in the morning. When I asked him (with a slight frost in my voice) he told me that a "Screaming Death" had made the holes. For the uninitiated, a Screaming Death … Continue reading After School Huffiness
Bloglet: Repartee
I am currently in what I imagine is a near-Cinderella stage. Drippy nose, swollen face and mopping up the red blood (poster color) that MLM generously painted on his T-Rex's teeth and pretty much all over on an off-white tiled floor. I fall back on the worst threat in my arsenal aka am going away … Continue reading Bloglet: Repartee
