I wouldn't be who I am if I didn't indulge in gripes about my pet peeves. So what if it's at the start of the year? This way am getting some rants and grumbles out of my system so there's less to spew and gnash my teeth about! I have made a couple of decisions.... Continue Reading →
A Bloglet: A Mother Realizes…Yet Again
When you're sitting in front of a mini monster with curious and wandering hands, make sure you forgo the quilled earrings. It doesn't take long for little buds to become danglers. Wear in haste and rue in leisure.
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 →
A Bloglet on Introspection
There are days when being a parent seems akin to being a modern-day Sisyphus. Or did I mean Prometheus? Either way it's a (Greek) drama of epic proportions and you end up wishing someone or the other to Hades atleast once. Finit. Posted from WordPress for Android
Bengali Parents: A Glimpse Into The Paaglaami
'Paaglaami' is a favorite word of the Bengali people. It means madness. The word paaglaami is derived from one of the uber favorite words of theirs as well..."paagol". This word is never said in a droll, flat manner. Oh no..the word paagol is uttered in a manner which reeks of food being relished and tasted thoroughly... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Parents Vs. Kids…Tis A Losing Battle
Ever since my kid's been old enough to blink he's had me in the palm of his hand. There was no one more fragile, delicate, beautiful than he. Even now, although far from being a baby, he's still the most beautiful face I've beheld; in my humble opinion. And because he knows his power over... Continue Reading →
Zero. Dark. 2:37 AM
I wanted my first post in the new year to be witty, funny, tongue-in-cheek but I guess I'll be falling back on my old form of ranting about my kid. My forte in life et al. This morning my darling ray of sunshine switched on all the lights in my room at 2:37 am and... Continue Reading →
Reblogged: Marking Territory
Everywhere I look, I sit the offspring's presence prevails. The jar of Gummybears are usually within hand's reach although with the child-proof caps it's still a bit in our control when we want to hand the bears over. There are clothes clips on the futon, tigers and lions (figures) under the sofa cushions and Play... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 