Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I'll be the first one to admit it, my kid's sticktoitiveness comes and goes. He's tried his hands at roller blading and then suddenly didn't want to do it anymore. He's resisted all attempts at learning to swim properly; preferring to channel an otter as his spirit animal instead. Red tried badminton with him and... Continue Reading →
Let it be noted that if I had to do anything amounting to slightly strenuous physical activity vs being bodily harmed, bodily harm would rule the roost. The most apt description of my gait, run and overall physical movement is quite akin to the drunken hallucination from Dumbo. I kid you not. Red has despaired... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 