I'm sitting here, trying to ping words from my brain with a glass of (low alcohol) wine on the table next to me. Beside my wine glass, a little hand suddenly creeps up and tries, ever so carefully, to pull it off the table. Below the hand is a face that is half me, half … Continue reading Sunday, 6:52pm
Ahh...It's been a while. It's unbelievable how much you think you know about life, when you actually couldn't be more wrong. You grow up with every second that passes. Every breath is one less that you have to breathe. The last 8 months has been a roller coaster; physically, emotionally and metaphorically. I've been mentally … Continue reading 2017
I'm a lonesome but generally happy person, I'll admit. I rattle around in my house, with my dogs, cats (and now) baby; doing things to keep me mentally stimulated (be that sometimes watching endless episodes of Star Trek while Rowan naps beside me...). When my husband comes home from a day of work, all he's … Continue reading It takes a village to raise a Mum.
Why can't dummies (pacifiers) have tracking nodes in them? Breast feeding is ultimately the need for a child and a food truck attached to you, at all times Metamucil: the new mothers best friend. 'Nice clothes'are a thing of the past. It's either Clothes-that-have-been-vomited/pee'd-on Or Clothes-that-are-about-to-be-vomited/pee'd-on. The laundry will be done every day, or the child … Continue reading 10 things I’ve learned in 2 months of Mum-ing
I've been reading a blog post entitled "Lower Your Expectations." In a nut shell, it talks about the growing number of young people (19-26y/o) who come out of home/university etc and expect too much. They expect to be able to afford food, travel and drinks that week; and how that is fundamentally stupid. I beg … Continue reading Do Not Lower Your Expectations.
Becoming a parent is an odd concept. Not only are you taking your genetic material, smashing it into someone else's and basically cooking it for approximately 9 months ... but you're happily awaiting this abrupt chance of situation with bated breath. I'm sitting here with my almost-cold-tea, typing things on my half working laptop with … Continue reading “Parent” = Me?
Today, I have seen the last of my patients. It's run away on a plume of wet wipes and vomit. I have been trying to calm myself and lock away my anger. It's been working; just. But, as you fell asleep on my chest and sighed on of your little 'I'm going to sleep now, … Continue reading Instead, I held you.