Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I like to sleep. I like to lie down and read or listen to music but it's not like sleep and I are enemies. But co-sleeping is something I've had to deal with on and off throughout my parenting journey. And boy! it's not one of the things which are bring a smile to my... Continue Reading →
Another post that was left midway, most likely due to household chores and my personal Disruptor! Lockdown mornings are wonderful (read between the lines)! Instead of dragging TO out of bed, I now kind of nudge him till he rolls out and then get him to clean out his eye gunk before he gets online... Continue Reading →
We're visiting my folks during TO's summer break. It's tradition. It's also H-O-T and H-U-M-I-D and we're in one of the two rooms that has aircon ergo limited choices about where I crash at night. Now we have a biggish bed for our use and it comes in handy because I play musical bed-sides atleast... Continue Reading →
Everytime you think you've reached a time and place where you don't have to be a crabby cakes about your kid, they prove you wrong! Of late TO's been climbing into our bed. Resulting in either one of us sleeping on our own somewhere else (bliss) or us getting through the night but with pokes... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 