Things I want to remember about mornings

I found this post (and this one) this morning, and they both seem like someone else's life, as usual. Time for another installment.  Dear self, Here are some things you should never forget (even when your eye bags are capacious enough to keep things in): that the whole street knows when Son 2 has woken … Continue reading Things I want to remember about mornings

Mornings, revisited

I came across this post the other day, and felt like I was looking back at long-forgotten country. So here's a continuation. Dear self, Here are some things that you should never forget (even when the skin on the back of your hands has gone baggy) that you get the first hint of Boy 1 … Continue reading Mornings, revisited

Mornings

Dear self, Please don't forget (even if the next thirty years are very busy) that this boy won't get out of the bath until he's handed you two ducks and a frog to dry off first that 'nana' seems to mean 'banana' or 'mummy' or 'COME NOW PLEASE', depending on who-knows-what that he's going through … Continue reading Mornings