On Tuesday, when I picked Isla up from nursery, she hugged my lap as she sometimes does. ‘I MISSED you, Mummy.’ ‘Really?’ I asked. She’s a Daddy’s girl, see. I am obviously still questioning every bit of affection she doles out. To me. ‘Yeah,’ she said ‘Did someone pay you to say that?’ ‘Uhm. No.’ When I’m happy, my eyes kinda crinkle up until you can’t see them. Like Isla’s. Because, y’know, I’m her mother. I did a little dance…
I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about how I can’t sleep. And then I do. And then I snap awake at 4 AM, and read by Kindle-light. How Isla goes to ‘school’ two mornings a week now, and I miss her after the first hour. How there’s a path around the house now, and that’s a good thing. But how, sometimes we, (OK, mostly I) want to lift this house and the path around it and plant it somewhere…
How many mothers with CP (some would call ourselves spaz hands) does it take to rip jelly blocks and then remove the set jelly from jelly molds? One. And today, that one is me. And this is what it looks like when your kid insists on having that jelly with cheese crackers. Notice how the jelly looks like butterflies? Yeah, me neither.…
Reading: Turning Angel, Greg Iles. Does anyone else read the Penn Cage books? The Passenger, Lisa Lutz. Thrillers are my brain-candy. Again. And my second #LitsyGoesPostal book. LGP is a postal bookclub/journaling project/generally good thing made up of people that first connected on the Litsy app. The idea is to send your favourite book, a notebook and good vibes to someone who reads it, writes about it and sends it to the next person in the rotation. In a few years,…
I’d lost track of how long I’ve been at this blogging thing. But WordPress told me last week. I’ve been writing at Gin & Lemonade for six years. Well. That makes me want to apologise that my last post before this was a muddy puddle. But I won’t, because y’know, cute kid. Someone asked me recently how I was doing. ‘Yeah, she’s two.’ ‘I know,’ said my friend, in Edinburgh, on the phone, in a building where I used to…
