Early Morning Ramble

I still have cause to wake in the night, tossing and turning, overheated, my pulse racing, unable to switch off my thoughts. My inner voice jostles with itself. Go to sleep. You will regret this later. -I know, I was reading till midnight. I can’t afford to lose sleep. Then go to sleep. -I’m trying,… Continue reading Early Morning Ramble

Famiversary #3

Three years have passed since Miss A and Miss L joined our family as wild young girls fresh out of their latest foster placement. Our third “famiversary” passed without much of a fuss. So much has been happening, and my emotional well-being has not been consistently good. I shall start with the exciting news for… Continue reading Famiversary #3

26. Motherhood is not the hardest job in the world

I have been keeping journals, on and off, since I was in primary school. Recently, I decided to read some of my old journal entries. I found a blog-style entry which was written before I even had a blog; not long before our nieces moved in, when Mr E was 4, Miss R was 2… Continue reading 26. Motherhood is not the hardest job in the world

25. Are we done yet?

How do you know when you are “done”? When its time to donate all of your baby items and pack away your baby dreams; confident that your family is as large as its supposed to be? Some families seem to “know”. Some families say “one kid is enough work for us!” Others have health issues… Continue reading 25. Are we done yet?

19. These are a few of my favourite things

Once again, I find myself writing after a lengthy absence. There were times last year when I did not write because I was so caught up in feeling utterly depressed and that I felt I had nothing good to say. There were plenty of other times that “best sellers” were cleverly crafting themselves in my… Continue reading 19. These are a few of my favourite things

18. FAMIVERSARY

When I am out in public with all the children, strangers frequently ask me “are they all yours?” Not wanting to go into specifics, my typical response is: “Yes. This is my family.” My stomach was full of nerves and my pulse was racing as I watched the two little girls walk hand in hand… Continue reading 18. FAMIVERSARY

9. Upon stopping to smell the roses

For many years I have had a somewhat obsessive-compulsive/guilt-motivated relationship with the old “stop and smell the roses” cliché. When out walking, if I passed a fence overhung with roses, I simply had to stop to smell them because otherwise I felt I was not truly ‘embracing life’. The wisdom of the old adage was… Continue reading 9. Upon stopping to smell the roses