This is, I regret to inform you, based on not just one true story but many.
Shaved My Legs
No, really, what makes you say that. I wear jeans a lot more these days. And leggings. Leggings are the best invention possibly ever. Technology peaked at stretch fabric.
Holidays are Over
‘I’ll just give myself a little break over Christmas,’ I said. ‘I’ll get right back into the swing of things straight away,’ I said. ‘Relaxing is a good thing,’ I said.
Merry Catmas to all who observe!
What podcasts do you listen to?
Unexpected Things Babies Like
I completely expected for them to like power points, grabbing the cat’s tail and throwing themselves from heights. I knew about those things. Following a crawling baby around stopping her from repeatedly headbutting every solid object she came across was not something I expected to be doing at all, let alone often.
It’s okay everyone, I’m in therapy, therefore this can be read as socially-acceptable self-deprecating snippet of entertainment and not a poor attempt to muffle the scream for constant validation that bubbles up inside me in ever smaller intervals that I am slowly becoming aware will never, ever be sated.
Never a dull moment.
Cats are impossible.
Lifechanging. (For real though, I love my glasses and if you have only slightly dodgy vision and are on the fence on whether you should bother with glasses the answer is, yes, you should bother with glasses. I sat on that fence for years and with corrected 20/20 hindsight, it was really, really silly of…