Sunday, 1 November 2009

Halloween

After last night's single puff of a supremely intense cuban cigar I wake to the taste of a devil's fart in my mouth. Rank.

It's my day off. My no-run-no-work day. My start-at-midday-day.
My OH-CRAP-LOIS-AND-POPPY-ARE-COMING day.
Vacuum everything. Hide anything sharp or toxic. Then sit firmly in front of the fish tank cupboard full of chemicals and watch two toddlers instantly hone in on everything I've missed. Halloween is truly a terrifying time...

From Halloween 2009


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3 comments:

  1. Heehee! Try having a toddler around all day every day. It doesn't take long for your "everything must be perfect" good intentions to disappear into the abyss and suddenly you find yourself adopting the theory that they have to learn some how.
    I used to be an anxious perfectionist. One year of being a Mum and now I'm a "that'll have to do" kinda gal!

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  2. I've gone from being a "that'll do" kinda gal to an "other people's children must not choke/bleed/die in my house" kinda gal... and I now drive a lot slower in the suburbs too. I'm still getting over the day Otis threw himself out of my arms and onto gravel at about a year old. I thought Robert would never speak to me again.

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  3. You say cockroaches, I say protein.
    Eat up, Parker-Poo.

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