Death's Younger Sibling

I often see Depression as being the younger sibling of Death. You know? The Grim Reaper, adorned in a tattered, deep black clock, clutching a scythe with his bony fingers. He quietly waits in the wings and silently, calmly, carefully takes you with him. Sometimes you go kicking and screaming…

Gifted Children & Dangers Around the House

Godzilla is leaving for school camp tomorrow morning. I had suggested we do something about organising his packing last weekend, but I was otherwise occupied. Quite surprisingly, Grumpy Pants took it upon himself to get started. He dragged the suitcase that had been sitting in our bedroom for five weeks…

Depression Texting

I happened to be up late enough, and browsing Facebook late enough (I usually switch off quite early in the evening) to catch a friend who’d got herself somewhat shitfaced on alcohol and updating her status. Never a good thing. Well, actually, that’s debatable. Even the next morning, and catching…

Doing it all. At the same time.

Today is a Chippie At Home Day and I have scheduled a Very Important Meeting. To make it easier on everyone, the meeting was organised to be at my home, where I also have access to coffee Just The Way I Like It. Whilst waiting for the other person in…

A Learning Experience

I like to ask my kids what they did at school on our way home afterwards. Apparently, it’s all good mothery and strengthens bonds. At least, according to the ‘experts’. In my case, it is usually a futile and frustrating exercise that generally goes along the lines of .. Me:…