This morning I felt slightly mad – lashing out at everyone, specifically the only two persons nearby: Char and Jay.
The lashes were only verbal but stung, no less. And made the world worse. Not better, even though that is how it feels when it feels like you want to lash someone with words.… Read more
I haven’t been too proud of this week’s blogging, since I haven’t had time for it, and therefore yanked in some old texts. I want this blog to be better and better and more and more original.
But sometimes that Is. Not. Possible.
Since Char got ill I have barely had five minutes to myself all day, looking after Jay with her and doing house-work, and only being able to work very, very little.… Read more
Was alone home today, whilst working and it was a strange feeling.
I was glad to have the time, without interruptions. Also to just sit back after work and enjoy a whiskey.
But I also missed Jay and Char very much.
I both needed them to be there and not to be there, at least that day.… Read more
What a difference it makes.
We suspected he had stomach problems, because of something Char ate – perhaps egg plants – that then ‘came through’ to him in the milk.
It’s not as hocus pocus as it sounds, that some foods eaten by mothers, really irritate their breast-feeding children. What is hocus pocus is people trying to convince you that strawberries, for example, are bad for all babies.… Read more
was kind of like what Char and I were doing just now.
I said something about how tired we both were of looking after Jay and she disagreed, even though she was dead-tired. I know why, but I was tempted to argue about it anyway.
I stopped and just closed the door.… Read more
And over-population. And climate disaster looming. And pesticides in the milk. And …
That old question … I feel strange watching the world’s news while raising my newborn son. What kind of world has he come into?
He came without planning. We had long given up fertility treatments. They didn’t work.… Read more