Useless Expenses

Last week’s discussion around cumulation of items, and subsequent debate around their levelness of crapness, in one view, and usefulness, in yet another view had unforsee consequences. Aside, of course, from the education around the spectrums of both colour and water fowl, not to mention the permanent removal of household…

Life at its Worst, Dramatics at their Best

It was earlier this year that things got very bad for Chippie. I had asked him to unstack the dishwasher, for it is his job to do. He is also paid pocket money to do so, amongst other things. “Boring” is his favourite. It’s a “boring” job. We’ve also since…

Erroneous Exorcism

Indulging in a moment of uniterruption, which essentially means I had two laptops and my mind going the 12-year-old talking at me, and Grumpy Pants attempting to have a serious and important conversation with me, my attention was drawn to the conversation between the Biggest One and the Littlest One.…

Mummy Style

It’s pre-8.00a.m. and I’m up, getting organised to go to the markets with a friend. Gangnam Style has, for most of the rest of the world, has passed through its phase and its popularity is waning. Except in this house, were it feels like its on incessant repeat in one…

Genius Child

Chippie was afforded a few hours of play with one of his bestest friends from childcare. He’s no longer attending the centre, so it’s a special day. I even stay and have adult conversation with friend’s mother and relatively new baby sister. She’s delightful (the mum, I mean) and lovely…