Why Life’s Like The Wizard Of Oz

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 Why Life’s Like The Wizard Of Oz

My Temporal Lobe Hurts

I have a great memory for useless trivia. I have a pretty good memory for remembering everything my husband didn't do but should have. I also have a pretty strong recall for little things with the help of even vague-ish associative cues et al...but getting to the fag end of my 30s, my (declining) memory … Continue reading My Temporal Lobe Hurts

Driving Dairies

Imagine this...you're driving on a crowded market road; pedestrians jostling with vendors, buses bearing down on you and the inevitable morons who insist on driving with the high beam on; blinding you for what seems like eternity. To add to the fun, imagine shielding a plastic bag full of fish for the aquarium; on the … Continue reading Driving Dairies

Dealing With A Sick Kid

This is how a day with a kid who's home sick is likely to go: Teeth gnashing. Foot stomping. Angst. Frustration. Sleepiness. Annoyance. Howls. Ire. Pouting. Sulking. Swearing (albeit mildly). Refusing to eat. Looking at the world with a jaundiced eye. Growls. Snarls. Roars. Miffed murmurs. And that's all you. What does the kid do? … Continue reading Dealing With A Sick Kid