Obsessivemom

31/08/202331/08/2023

And so the festive season begins

I woke up yesterday morning to much activity in the kitchen. H and N were making pancakes, well mostly N.

This past week has been a tough one. Both N and I went down with a bout of viral fever, followed by a persistent rash and then a lingering joint pain. As it turned out, it wasn’t viral at all but a mild version of one of the mosquito diseases.

14/08/202321/08/2023

Just Moms

It’s exam time.

You’re deep into your books. Portion, syllabus, timetables dominate your mind space. You’re a walking talking mugging studying zombie.

No one gets this better than mom. She’s there. All the time.

24/07/202324/07/2023

The Cream Heist

This post is dedicated to my sister and my mother, with due apologies to the former and a drum roll of honour for the latter.

15/07/202317/07/2023

Mornings like these

5am.

I wake up to the clang of a plate falling and being hurriedly retrieved. It’s H, I know.

‘Clumsy as ever,’ I murmur to myself as I mentally shake my head and turn over with a sigh. Part of me wonders vaguely if I should get up and check the damage but then sleep claims me.

06/07/202308/07/2023

On the hunt for ideas

One day, when my son was 6, I watched him as he put on his socks.

He studied each of his toes, decided his big toe made for a good gun and pretended to spray the room with bullets. Then he examined the socks, put them on, studied the dinosaur design, realised they were inside out, so off they came and it began all over again. And then there was the other foot. All this while I stood, one eye on the clock, an ear out for the school bus which would arrive any moment.