Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I am a semi-helicopter mother and not proud of it. Here are some things I've gleaned in the past few years of parenting. I'm not sure how helpful this is but for those contemplating marriage and eventually kids, do read this once. It may give you a different perspective (read abstinence or hardcore contraception) or... Continue Reading →
The jury is still out on that one. On one hand you can remember them as the cutest, cuddliest, chubbiest drooly monsters that walked around with a diaper-covered bum. And on the other hand you wish you could sedate them or keep them in suspended animation when they're getting their best and most annoying bratty... Continue Reading →
Wobbly because till things get set right, it's always wobbly and might even topple over. Like the unending towers my kid builds. I've usually found that one can accurately predict that a small person (not being politically correct about the midgets and others of their ilk) lives in a particular house. It's not always the... Continue Reading →
When your ever-active 7 year-old starts imitating Woody Woodpecker's laugh before the caffeine has infiltrated your bloodstream and you think he sounds like a cross between a constipated horse and a psychotic clown.
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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 