I’ve started listening to heavy metal whilst doing the last round of dishes at night. It used to be my least favorite thing to do – so soul sucking. Now it’s something I look forward to because no one understand the angst of doing household chores like Rob Zombie. Advertisements
and I’ll wake up and nothing will have changed magically in the night except the minutes and the calendar but thankfully I’ve got 365 days to figure out who I’ll be this year.
Sometimes grief looks like ugly crying your eyes out in the middle of a big city Burger King. Everyone around you thinks you’re crying about shitty hamburgers when it really has nothing to do with that but you’re crying so hard you can’t breathe. You look completely mental and you realize how ridiculous it all… Continue reading
The other night I was putting the kids to bed which is basically like wrestling wet cats into a paper bag. Finally I get everyone settled into their own beds and mostly get Pixie to knock it off with her current stream of privileged white girl problems when she pipes up that now she’s afraid… Continue reading The Kids Are All Right
The Engineer: “Why are you listening to Guns N Roses?” Me, adjusting my paper crown: “It seemed like the most Christmasy thing I could think of.” TE: “Really?” Me: “Yep! Why what would you suggest?” TE: “I dunno, like, literally anything else in the world.” I shrug and as if on cue Civil War… Continue reading I Used to Love Her
We were sat eating a delicious dinner of ribs cooked by the Engineer when Pixie pipes up, “This is a pig skeleton!” I look at him while setting my food down, “Well, I’m a vegan now…”