The one upside to the recent roach invasion is that in the process of emptying the entire kitchen for the fogging, I threw away bags and bags of Useless Things. Out went the fish poacher and the orang...
The Lovely Husband thinks I’m obsessed with cockroaches. He’d be right. If you’d had one drop off the ceiling and onto your shoulder while making lunch boxes at 6am, you’d be obsessed too. I don’t wan...
Disaster. It turns out that Man Flu was actually bronchial pneumonia. My poor neglected husband came home from the hospital with an impressive array of drugs and puppy-dog eyes. There was even X-ray e...
A heartwarming domestic milestone little Belle has learned how to hug. She may not be walking or talking much yet, but if prompted she will scoot over, climb on to your lap and pop her head on your sh...
Belle is on her way to walking, clutching our hands as she wobbles around the living room. The catch is that she’ll only walk sideways, so she looks like a little crab. Perhaps she’s watched ‘The Litt...
I don’t make mother-in-law jokes, because mine happens to be perfect. A bold statement I know, but it’s true. In the history of our 17-year relationship, we’ve only had one rocky moment when she gave ...
“B*****!” announced Chloe from the back seat as her water cup exploded all over the car. “B*****, b*****, b*****!!” As the lovely husband shot me a disapproving look, I popped on a CD and tried to cha...
Ten weeks after Belle started sleeping through the night, is it fair to blame my domestic mishaps on sleep deprivation?
It would be nice, after all, to have an explanation for finding my cell phone i...
Chloe watched me thoughtfully from the sofa this morning.
After seeing me fly up and down the stairs, change Belle twice, make breakfast, help the lovely husband solve the “missing pants” conundrum, r...
When little Belle fell asleep on take-off and didn’t wake up until landing in England, I should have known we’d used up our quota of luck. During our outbound flight, with a child sleeping softly next...
