but be around them. Children are Nature's balm. They may come across as incomprehensible, demanding, whiny brats who you often fantasize about leaving on someone else's doorstep, but kids have something we end up losing as adults- an ability to laugh at the silliest and simplest of things. Take a little boy who's recently become … Continue reading Don’t Have Kids…
Tag: growing up
Coffee Is The New Glue
Somedays are TOUGH. You get up and move along without realizing that you're putting one foot in front of the other. Zombies have a nice shuffling gait and make it very evident that they are in lurch-mode. But there are some days when you can't remember how you got from one room to another because … Continue reading Coffee Is The New Glue
9
Red and I completed 9 years in our parenting journey. They have been a lot of things but never dull. We were handed a longish and skinny baby who filled out quickly enough and we couldn't stop nom-noming on his cheeks, his nose and all his little limbs. You have never been digustingly mushy and … Continue reading 9
Counting To 20
Today, I was QUITE miffed. I don't like driving in traffic. There are moronic men who act like it's ok to keep honking while we're at a red light, behind a sea of cars. There are also auto drivers who have their heads so far up their ass that they can effectively do a quick … Continue reading Counting To 20
1998
5 girls met. Talked. Slowly at first and then incessantly. They sat in the last benches of most of their classes. Had some adventures. Loads of giggles, some fights. Went through a bunch of guys. Made other gal pals and 20 years later are still around in a pretty good capacity given that work, home, … Continue reading 1998
Saying When
I am a daughter of an never-diagnosed, almost-OCD father. And I mean that in semi-jest. Growing up, life was a series of bedspreads which had to be redone because of a semi-wrinkle towards the edge of the bed and the litany of "Perfection is NOT an accident." My mother, God Bless HER!, isn't OCD but … Continue reading Saying When
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
