Dearest Zoe.

Today has been a hard day. I fought valiantly. I gave it my all. I warred with all my might. My might obviously isn't mighty enough. You won every fight. Hands down. No arguments there. I lost and there is no shame in it. I lost miserably, but I lost to you - my dearest.... Continue Reading →

Being a crappy mum.

I honestly despise the organic, organised- playdate obsessed, daily-trips-to- the- park, let's bake teddy cupcakes to nursery, TYPE- A mums that are constantly posting holier- than- thou updates on Facebook and asking really stupid sounding (at least stupid sounding to more 'go-with-the-flow' mummies like me) questions on the half a billion or so "mommy forums"... Continue Reading →

Of life, love and laughter.

It is all about the little things. Things that shouldn't matter but do. A handsome, older gentleman smiles at the rearview and thanks you profusely for letting him pass in maddening traffic when everyone else just pushed through. It doesn't matter, but you suddenly believe that the embers of decency¬†and chivalry are yet to completely... Continue Reading →

They actually left me!

So, one day Mammaa woke me up early. She usually lets me sleep till I want to, but that particular day was different. It was different in so many ways. She kept cooing things to me. Went on rambling about going "bye-bye" and "having fun" as she prepped my milk. Pappaa was ironing my clothes... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday- Off she goes!

There is a sense of foreboding as the day approaches. I try to appear nonchalant and in control. I portray an¬†air of preparedness, and try to prove to The Grammys/¬†Grampys and The Mister that I can keep¬†my sh&* together. The research has been done, the footwork performed and the ground laid. The endless trips to... Continue Reading →

An uncensored, unedited thought thread.

There might be an old friend of yours; that you meet after a mighty long time. You once spoke a mile a minute and were never short of¬†conversational inspiration. The thoughts poured forth and the words followed soon after. Then one fine day, you part and do not meet for a jolly long while. And... Continue Reading →

The Daddy Diaper Bag!

I was cleaning out the Dad Diaper Bag today, and was amazed at how efficient and minimalist it was. Zoe does spend a lot of alone time with Papa. She has even been to office a few times. They may spend anywhere from a few hours to an entire day on their own. They are... Continue Reading →

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