I don’t seem to have much luck with Mr Squish’s hair. I’ve written before about my unfortunate foray into the toddler haircutting world (here and here). But on this particular occasion, Mr Squish’s bad hairdo was not my fault. (I love that so much I’m going to write it again: IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!) [...]
Category Archive for 'My so-called life'
Dear Universe, I’d like to begin by issuing you with an apology. Whatever I’ve done to raise your hackles, I’M SORRY. I’m not sure what my offense was, but given this last month, it must have been a doozy. Was it because I threw that expired yoghurt out without recycling the container? Is it because [...]
I’m back! I apologise for my two week absence. All my readers must have been worried, but I’d like to assure you both that I’m fine. It’s just been a crazy and busy few weeks. Aside from my freelance work, I’ve been dealing with a fluey 17-month-old son. What with a sore throat, fever, runny [...]
I recently went through my iPhone Notes and discovered some that I’d completely forgotten about. One in particular caught my eye. I had written it during a drunken night out with my good friend KD. I remember the evening. Well, most of it. KD and I left our kids at home with the menfolk to [...]
My husband and 15-month-old son have been sick with the flu. For several weeks now, our home has been the sad scene of empty vitamin bottles, strewn tissues, and two very forlorn-looking males. Up until now I’d managed to avoid getting sick. But no longer. I am now part of the gang! Aren’t I lucky! [...]