The crying is unbearable. I panic every single time. My heart says love it. My head says get some sleep. But my body, keeps going through the monotonous motions. Clean. Sleep. Feed. Sleep. Clean. Feed. Sleep. Feed. Clean. Feed. Sleep. Clean. Feed. Sleep. Clean. With random organizing, hasty meals, exhausting chores and short naps thrown in along with the omnipresent…
So was having a crappy day today. Almost a month of the family falling sick can do that to someone. And then a decade old friend shared a Facebook memory stating this about me, ” A true friend, close to heart. Someone I can chat, fight, trouble, like “ And my day just brightened. Well, it might have had something…
Goes to show the simplest moments in which we, no matter what our own situation, have to be strong for those we love.
I remember this outlandish conversation I had, even 30 years later, in Kindergarten. My friend: I’m in Class B, we are the Best. Me : I’m in Class A. We are fast because A is for Aeroplane !! Yes, I know. My logic is outstanding! Today, I wonder why I never thought of A is for Amazing ? Hmmm ……
The cruelest joke by God or evolution, on women is that in SPITE of running haggard from morning to night we Do NOT lose an ounce of weight. We cater to the family, run to and fro, stand uncomfortably while the kids have parties and classes. We pick up the millions of toys off the floor. We run up and…
Scene at book store, at cash register. Little 4 : “I want this. ” Me : ” No. We are almost done. “Little 4 naturally gets upset. Result, when an older boy ahead in line smiles at him, he feels angrier still and turns away, arms folded. Me : “That’s not nice. You should be nice. You can just say…
Once you are a married and specially a parent, a new phrase goes on your wish list. The ever elusive and much desired, ” Me Time.” No, I’m not talking about the deliciously exhilarating but exhausting little vacation you call getting your chores done without your kids. That’s NOT me time, though it may feel like it. I’m also not…
Yes, I said it. I’m asking, praying, hoping my children turn out like that child at the park. The one that indulges my child’s insistent yammering. The one who lets my son follow him around and includes them in play. The one who says Okay to everything my son suggests and becomes a part of the elaborate story he’s…
I love it when one of these controversial things come out and take the internet by storm. With an opinion being a like and share button away things go viral in an instant. People have reactions, strong, mild to medium often mixed but none the less valid because the reaction is of course in direct proportion to their personal experiences.…
My son spelled his name for the first time today. It was a surreal experience. I had spent the last couple of days going over it with him so that he can recognize his name during the Easter egg hunt and today he says, ” Let me do it myself. ” and as he said letter after letter, my heart…