I’m taking a little time off from this blog. Another week? A month?
I have no idea. I’ve always been irritated with all those “Sorry, I’m not posting, I’m awful, I really wish I had more time…” I mean, it’s your blog, right? Post when you want.
Anyway.
It’s not defunct.
I’m not abandoning it.
I’m just… um, regrouping.
I have a plan. It might include world domination.
SERIOUSLY? Of course it does.
In case you’re craving a little Faiqa writing, which, again, SERIOUSLY? Of course you are… head over here and marvel at the kind of personality that can intertwine socialist agendas, gleaming furniture and tirades against The Man all into one post.
If that’s not convincing enough, there is a photo of Che Guevera in the post.
That completely sealed the deal, didn’t it? I know you so well.
I’ve been alone with the kids for a few days. Tariq is in Toronto and THANK-GOD, he’s coming home tomorrow.
Funny how much a parent (or parenting style) can change in just a few short years.
When N. was about 3, I told her no about something she wanted to do, and she told me she was going to get a new mommy.
I almost cried. In fact, no, you know what, I did cry.
Today, N. told me she was going to get new parents and my response?
“Yeah? Make sure you tell them how RUDE you were to the last ones you had and how you only want to eat things they DON’T have in the house.”
I’m sorry, I just was not up to getting out of my pajamas at 6:30p.m. so she could have “Steak’n'Shake” after I had “cooked” a perfectly good grilled cheese sandwich, sliced apples and fresh edamame. Stop it, it was delicious. Y. asked me for “more,” like, eight times and he hates food.
Who does she think she is? A frat boy at closing time that has suddenly decided he’s “hungry for burgers”?
So much has changed in just two short years.
The longest of which has been the past four days.
From the monthly archives: June 2011
