I’m sitting here drinking my cup of coffee, flipping through some purple-inked pages in an actual marble composition book, trying to blog my way out of an afternoon slump. Edit: It’s now actually 8.50 at night. Dinner, a webinar, and Roald Dahl happened before I could finish this post. Time is weird. Hi. Who’s (still) with me? If you’re interested, here’s my daily routine. For real. Get up, tell Isla that it’s too cold to wear a dress, suggest she…
I’ve been waiting to post this post to replace that scary cat puzzle. It’s still in my house, by the way. But at least it’s no longer the first thing you see when you visit my blog. It was funny at the time, but moving on. Have I mentioned my house is a mess? Someone hid my grabber and true story, I can’t pick stuff up off the floor with without my Inspector Gadget gadget. Also, Isla’s been sick and…
And so, I’d been watching Isla sleep. In a non-creepy way. When Neil’s away, we have a GIANT SLEEPOVER and she crashes out sideways on my bed. On the days I wake up without her elbow in my stomach or her toe up my nose, I have the benefit of seeing her open her eyes. On Neil’s side of the bed. Isla opens her eyes on Friday morning, ‘Happy Daddy Day,’ she says. I’d texted Neil the night before. Even…
And so, last week I re-shared an old post about a day in my life as a disabled mother. Because that’s my every day, it was an OK post, and it was Throwback Thursday. I know it might not be Thursday today, but stick with me. Within minutes, less time than it would take to actually read the post, I was re-shared with the comment, ‘So inspiring!’ Well, shit. For what? Did you actually read the post?’ What is it…
