How To Talk So Kids Will Listen

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Yet Another Epiphany

I had another Ah-HA! experience this morning while "attempting" to explain to MLM why something is desirable and why something isn't. People (parenting experts, those whose kids are no longer a pain-in-the-ass and those who are blissfully childless) usually say that it sets a bad example to communicate with a growing child using largely negatives…

After A Long Break…From Writing

Been visiting my folks back in my hometown. It's kind of become an annual trip during the brat's summer holidays. It's part torture and part relaxation but the fun comes and goes. I say that because the concept of fun not only changes from person to person but sometimes even from day-to-day. One day locking yourself…

There’s A Dinosaur In My Bra!

No. I'm not high. Yes, I wish I was. And yes, I have a child. Ergo the weird things ending up where they ideally ought not to. Sitting down and finding a clothes pin jammed up in your butt crack is passe. Stepping on Batman and theoretically emasculating him when you get up to pee…