i don’t think i’m ready for children of my own, when i can’t get my 6 preteen girls in my dance troupe to show up on time and not forget their pants.
Getting kids places on time with all their stuff is pretty much the sternest challenge parenting can throw at you so don’t feel bad
I always thought I deserved some kind of splendid award for getting my 2 preschoolers fed, dressed and out the house by 8am complete with spare nappies and weather-appropriate change of clothes. apparently other people do this shit every day and it’s nothing special but I say pish and nonsense - it’s an ACHIEVEMENT and I will celebrate it as such
santa saw you reading all that gay porn
so does he want recs, or…?
Keeping lovely and snug with Horniman Advent Calendar object no. 11, an Inuit parka from North America.
I’m reblogging this because it is an Inuit parka, natch, and also because the Horniman Museum! Where I took the kids every time it rained and stumbled round in a trance with 7 day-old child 2 in a sling and it has a whole room of balding Victorian stuffed animals and some live bees and an aquarium and an exhibition about the Amazon we went to like, 8 times this summer, and another room of musical instruments and buttons to press to hear them and you could pretty much let your small children do what they wanted because it was DESIGNED for that except for the stairs which your toddler will escape up leaving you trapped at the bottom with a baby and a pram but nowhere’s perfect AND I JUST FEEL REALLY HOMESICK RIGHT NOW
this reminds me of doing Keats for A level and my English teacher said, “You can’t ignore the sexual symbolism of caves,” and because teenagers can be weirdly prudish we all cried in horror “Yes we can!”
But now I find he was right and I can’t ignore the sexual symbolism of
ice crevasses caves
Onward faithful steed. I mean mom.
polar bears actually prefer looking at Stalin (see above)