It seems that it is becoming increasingly impossible to write this blog. Piglet is either awake, in which case he is trying to grab the laptop and/or one of the many other things he is Not Allowed to Touch (TV remote, plug socket, anything that isn’t one of his toys or my collection of books…
Category: Trials of the tube
I appear to have accidentally told someone I hate being a parent.* I am going to Hell in a Handcart.
Sorry. I just really wanted to use the phrase “going to hell in a handcart.” It is surely the best thing anyone has ever said, ever. I mean, THE IMAGES. Anyway, back to the point, I am talking about how, as a parent, you become endlessly obsessed with how good or otherwise a parent you…
THANKS AGAIN TFL.
Most. Unproductive. Day. Ever. Piglet woke up this morning at 7.30am, which I understand from my fellow parentals is usually described as “late.” For me, this is obscenely early, and I spent over an hour whimpering “Go back to sleep” whilst being enthusiastically hit in the face by an increasingly perky baby. Once I finally…
More Hair-Raising Adventures on the London Underground
Travelling anywhere with a baby has begun to resemble a particularly farcical episode of Miranda. Today, for example, Piglet and I (plus my mother) travelled from Bristol to London on the train (Piglet’s first trip on the “big train.” He was fairly non-plussed, despite my mother’s running commentary on the journey with all vehicles played…
Why Middle Aged Women Should Rule the World
For the last two days I have managed to get Piglet to bed at *around* the 9pm mark. This is an immeasurable improvement on midnight, which was his previous bedtime. It may in fact now be the case that Piglet will grow into a creature of reasonable nocturnal habits, and will not be staying up…