Butter and crumbs The notes of my boy In the morning, after breakfast Before we leave the house He stalls, wants to play Pretends to be asleep (In the bed he avoids sleeping in) No matter the appeal of the offer of outside The park the pool the bakery A no to all requests, followed by a yes T shirt off No, but The arms go up in deference Undies on No Indignation voiced Across the room I want undies on! He forgets his own defiance And offers up his legs Right then left Then sh

My toddler won’t sleep unless I lie down with him. It’s a bit of a process, but I don’t mind. Bath time comes just before bed, and it’s most often with Daddy guiding the washing and the splashing and the tooth brushing battle. But as soon as he’s out of the bath, Mama is required. I take my toddler half wrapped in the too-small hooded towel we’ve used since he was a newborn and do my best to dry him as he does his best to evade being dried. I lie him on his bed to get him dre

There is no greater enemy of mine than the pantry moth. Those stupid, small, brown infesters that love to taunt me every spring. I lay down the traps, bay leaves are strewn through cupboards, as per internet recommendation. And yes of course my containers are tightly sealed, don’t come for me with your simplistic and obvious solution. The pantry moths don’t care. They still come. They flit about, they settle in, they shit their eggs and I’m left with a cavalry of blind, maggo

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an old, old post from my blog on tumblr that was active from 2011-2017