This was one of my dad's favourite words. He probably used this word every day my whole life. He hated the idea of giving up and quitting so much so I feel that is part of the reason he has survived so much in the last decade. I thought it was a "dad-ism"- a word my dad made up -as he … [Read more...]
Strep Throat = Just Kill Me, Why Don’tcha.
Late last week I received an email from a dear old friend with words to the effect of I know it's last minute, but my band is playing in town tonight, blah, blah, blah, I'll leave you tickets at the door... will you come?It had been a dog's age since I've seen his face, apart from on television now … [Read more...]
Let’s Start Again…
I feel like our year ends the same way: Daddy begins his 2 week vacation off work with a sore throat and fever, and his malaise either spreads to the rest of us, or he suffers with it alone until New Years Eve, when he's perhaps feeling somewhat better, but still fatigued and ready to retire for the … [Read more...]
What Drives a Mummy to Drink? L.I.C.E. – Part II
So where did I leave off? Oh, right... I was doing the happy dance, as I'd convinced myself that I'd managed to save my son's glorious hair from being taken over by the dreaded, intrepid head lice. We'd done two treatments. I'd become a serious nit-picker. In fact, any strand … [Read more...]
What Drives a Mummy to Drink? L.I.C.E.
A couple of weeks ago, my son caught my full attention at dinner when he dropped his fork into is plate with a clatter, and scratched the back of his head with both hands, full force. I was all, Huh? What the devil is the ma... NOOOOOOOOO!!! I ran over to him and cleaved his … [Read more...]