Motherhood: The Final Frontier
After decades of urban sophistication, career hopping, and ambitious cocktail swilling, I traded it all for 11th hour parenthood. Apparently you can’t just hand in your 2 weeks’ notice for this one and there is no vacation..
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I don’t generally recycle posts – shoddy workmanship and all – but this one really deserved to be hauled out and dusted off for Halloween as I’ve been all in a kerfuffle over the costume catalogues that have been arriving, unsolicited, for weeks now. Husband and I have been quietly putting them straight in the […]
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I never realised until I became a parent that the calendar year, to a child, is not counted in days, weeks and months, but instead is delineated by occasions that will yield either gifts, baked goods or ice cream that I ‘magic’ into the freezer (this last mysterious power only available to me on public […]
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