wish us luck!
Will have access the whole trip,  you know, in case you were worried.   
Loads of Duncan-be-SO-GOOD-for-your-mother vibes wouldn’t go amiss.

I’m feeling a little less flipping-the-fuck-out and more it’s-going-to-be-long-and-exhausting-but-there-isn’t-anything-I-can-do-about-it towards leaving.  I’m feeling a little more ready,  I’ve done pretty much all of Duncan and I’s packing, and the last load of laundry is in the dryer. 
For just a family of three, we have an amazing amount of clothes.  I wear the same clothes […]

travelling alone
with a three year old in tow
anxiety, whee
 
maintain some semblance
of control for child and self
in busy London
 
keeping him happy
in a tiny airplane seat
for so. many. hours
 
layover, big bag
restless tired child in a line
immigration fun
 
destination soon
being home will be better
will not want to leave
 
when did travelling
lose its adventure and fun
become such a drag
 
not […]

Painting Chef’s post about recurring dreams reminded me about the one I had as a child.
We lived next door to a widow, Fern.  As she got older, her also quite elderly friends, Harrold and June moved in with her.  I LOVED June.  I used to go and hang out with her and she would do […]

Here I am thinking that I am the Ultimate Housewife.  That my husband would be well and truly impressed.
A carved pumpkin, seeds baked, homemade chicken noodle soup (I MADE NOODLES!).
Then I start to think… taking into consideration the state of the house, the hole in the ass of my huge pants, the filthy, massive sweater that belongs to […]

I hate Red Bull.  There is a taste in my mouth, right before I start to vomit.  A bit tingly…. a bit sour.  It lets me know that I should be rushing for the toilet.  That is exactly how Red Bull tastes.  I hate puking, who wants to be reminded of it.  And pay a […]