Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
TO and I were delving into a new chapter that's just started in Science and it was a slightly bumpy roller coaster ride- for me. 🤢 See, I know the kids' tendency to yawn, stretch and curl up into a ball at the mere thought of homework or academics. 😴😴😴Been there, done that and I... Continue Reading →
Yesterday TO just semi-yelled out, "Oh darnit!" and I peeked out of the kitchen to see that the child had a nosebleed out of the blue! Since we are partial to him retaining his blood inside his body, Red and I rushed to see what the reason was. The child in question wasn't terribly worried... Continue Reading →
There's a portal that exists within our homes. It hides in plain sight but you pass it by without seeing its charms or the wonders it holds. Even if you open it and enter, the true purpose of it is hidden till you become a parent. Because it is only then that the enchantment is... Continue Reading →
You find toothpaste on the ceiling of your bathroom/top of the shower cubicle and pretty much everywhere but on the toothbrush. You see animal figurines appearing in laundry baskets, inners, the fridge and also the vegetable baskets. The little hooman hides the remote in his school backpack as payback for switching the telly off. There's... Continue Reading →
My husband isn't a person who does a lot of things by himself for others. He doesn't give "of" himself consistently unless it's for his son. For TO this man does everything I expect and then some. But neither does he wait around for others to 'do unto him'. He takes what comes his way,... Continue Reading →
I have no idea why I lapse into the Ye Olde Dayes...I just do. Imagine an imp with a neck ruff a la dear ol' Will sitting on my shoulder, nudging me to shake things up a bit. Anyhoo, I'd had a fever for a bit. Nothing critical but it was on the higher side... Continue Reading →
Let me assure you that having to eat your own words is not a culinary experience to aspire to. Nope! Classic cases of eating one's words that I'm pretty sure quite a few adults go through- When I grow up I won't talk to my kids the way my parents talk to me- Reality? We... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 