Mommy’s Off Her Meds

Mommy's Off her Meds

Just an unprepared, umumsy mom trying her best to raise a Slytherin Baby

  • Travels With My Friend – Announcing an Engagement

    Too many years ago than I like to count, The Best Friend and I embarked on an epic adventure to her home country of Greece.  The timing of The Best Friend and my adventure to Greece was not entirely coincidental. You see, soon The Best Friend would be chained to another companion and her carefree…

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  • The Greek Travels – Part 1

    Too many years ago than I like to count, The Best Friend and I embarked on an epic adventure to her home country of Greece. We explored Athens; gazed, amazed, at the Acropolis; the museum that housed artifacts of an ancient civilization that still influences our lives today; and got a head-jerk and wink from…

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  • A German Tantrum

    I’m not saying there are any similarities between me and my car; it’s just that my car is getting on in years, although it refuses to acknowledge it; it’s short and will never be called “sleek”; it doesn’t fit in too well; and it just tries to trundle along and ignore everything that’s wrong with…

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  • A One-Sided Conversation

    Back in the day when Slytherin Baby was still finding her feet as it were with the whole walking, talking, being-a-human thing I used to take her to Mommy-and-me toddle classes. Mainly so that I could learn to socialize again. Most of the time it was lovely, but every now and then I’d find myself…

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  • The Drive to Succeed

    Himself and I need to have A Talk. Now. Himself has suddenly discovered a number of manly, outdoor chores that absolutely must be done today, right now, cannot wait at all. Himself knows that I’m waiting for him so we can Talk. I know this because through the window he can see me pacing the…

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  • Memories of Beanbag Trauma

    Slytherin Baby was outside watering the garden (and the birdbath, and the wall, and the neighbour’s dog), allowing The Grandmother and I to stare at her latest artwork in contemplative silence. The Grandfather paused to look as well and said bluntly, “She’s not very good at cutting out, is she?” “Well,” murmured The Grandmother, relived…

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