Dearest Zoe.

Today has been a hard day. I fought valiantly. I gave it my all. I warred with all my might. My might obviously isn't mighty enough. You won every fight. Hands down. No arguments there. I lost and there is no shame in it. I lost miserably, but I lost to you - my dearest.... Continue Reading →

The ladies lounge- New love.

I love mascaras. The good ones of course. And though some of the Maybelline ones are good and I'd been repurchasing them for years, I felt it was time to move on. For a couple of years now, I have been on the hunt for a new "go-to" mascara. I tried several top rated, blogger... Continue Reading →

Being a crappy mum.

I honestly despise the organic, organised- playdate obsessed, daily-trips-to- the- park, let's bake teddy cupcakes to nursery, TYPE- A mums that are constantly posting holier- than- thou updates on Facebook and asking really stupid sounding (at least stupid sounding to more 'go-with-the-flow' mummies like me) questions on the half a billion or so "mommy forums"... Continue Reading →

The time of our lives.

I had an epiphany this afternoon. It wasn't a particularly extraordinary afternoon; it was in fact one of those mundane, lowly ones. I was driving home after a gruelling ¬†8 hour ER shift and the traffic was uncommonly horrendous. I had to wait full hog at every one of the nine, painfully long traffic signals... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday- Off she goes!

There is a sense of foreboding as the day approaches. I try to appear nonchalant and in control. I portray an¬†air of preparedness, and try to prove to The Grammys/¬†Grampys and The Mister that I can keep¬†my sh&* together. The research has been done, the footwork performed and the ground laid. The endless trips to... Continue Reading →

The struggle is real folks.

I have heard and read how babies are¬†constantly changing, evolving. How they are fluid, and unstable. How their young minds and bodies are seeking individuality and uniqueness. That they are slowly but surely becoming "them". I had heard of toddler tantrums and terrible twos. I have smiled sympathetically at my¬†cousins and aunts as they struggled¬†with... Continue Reading →

The experiment.

Phew! Blogging every waking hour, for 24 hours, isn't as easy as it sounds. Even if it is only a picture and a smattering of random words. I tried though. And every hour, as the long hand grazed 12, I clicked a picture and posted it as soon as I humanely could. Considering all that... Continue Reading →

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