Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud... Continue Reading →
The offspring was an ADORABLE baby. He was plump in the right places without being a mini-sumo and he was always gurgling and drooling away to glory. Didn't cry much and definitely did *not* sleep much either but that's a complaint that'll never get old so we'll keep it for another day, another time. The... Continue Reading →
I recently changed my ride from a hatchback to an MUV. When I say recent I mean just a few hours ago. I was picking up the offspring from school and he was happily frolicking in the backseat, bouncing with joy and making crinkly sounds in the plastic covers that I'd not had a chance... Continue Reading →
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 →
It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many... Continue Reading →
Now that's not a word that means your kids are at summer camp or has Grandma babysitting while you take off on a holiday. No indeed. Childfree is a proper concept thank you very much and one that's catching more momentum as well. Today there are more people who consciously take the decision to not... Continue Reading →
Kids are trouble. If our parents had known that then and unless they were full of the love of humankind our existence would be voided. But this is a more realistic and non-candy floss way of looking at having kids. The making of the kids is probably the best part of the entire deal but... Continue Reading →
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 →
Yesterday while running an errand I got blocked into a narrow lane by an imbecilic cabbie who had parked bang in the middle of the road with no thought for anyone else. Apparently when you have to take a whizz everything comes a poor second. So there I was, getting more annoyed by the minute... 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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 